feelin' like a criminal
I made the mistake of taking my trash out on the way to Whole Foods. I had a trash bag in each hand and my purse on my shoulder.My car keys? Safely locked inside my apartment. On the same ring as my apartment keys.
I wander across the street to my landlord's house, only to discover that she wasn't home.
I sat on my porch for about 20 minutes, then got my neighbor to let me into the entryway. She provided me with a few bobby pins, and I sat there for about 30 minutes trying to pick the lock. Needless to say, that didn't work so well.
That's when I notice a lone nail sticking out of my door frame. That gets me thinking...there are tools in my basement...I know how to use pliers and hammers to pull out the nails...and I have a credit card to jimmy the lock open.
And that's the story of how I broke into my own apartment.
posted by Dangerous Mind @ 21:15
1 Comments:
pretty darned funny. DA
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