I locked myself out of my apartment. Well, I forgot my keys, but Joe knew I forgot them. I told him, rather I texted him while at work earlier today and he told me he would tape them to the mail slot. I was happy with this, so I went along with my day and then went to my second job. I don't get out of my second job until early in the morning.
I came home and I reached into the mail slot and felt for the keys. They were taped a bit to far up for my mitts but I managed to grab one key and pull it out of the slot halfway. I tried to force the keys out this way but that didn't work. I then tried to put both my hands into the mail slot and grab the keys and tear them free of their taped tapestry, but that didn't work either. In a last ditch effort I reached up with my right hand and broke the tape, but the keys slipped through my fingers and down to the floor they went.
I stood there, perplexed. I decided that the best idea would be to ride the subway back into the city and walk around for a bit. So that's what I did. Except in the early morning hours in the city, there are a lot of sketchy characters roaming about. I kept my guard up and just kept walking with my eyes straight and my nose pointed skyward, arms rigged and ready for battle should the situation arise that they needed to be called to action, they would be ready.
After a couple of hours of roaming around the semi well lit Midtown, I decided to give the apartment situation another go and this time I landed in front of my door at 6:05 AM. I tried calling Joe, but that didn't work, he was sleeping. I called and called and called and called and called to no avail. Finally, I decided to go over to the coffee shop that is right around the corner from my place and get some coffee and some breakfast since at this point I still had no idea when I was going to get into my building.
I told the coffee shop owner of my plight. He's French so I don't think he understood me when I first explained myself. He's a very nice guy though, he made me a very nice coffee just the way I like it, and a scrumptious egg and cheese sandwich, I devoured it, of course. After I had finished eating my breakfast, it was about 6:30AM I tried ringing Joe again, I even tried calling my roommate. No one picked up.
I gathered some rocks and chucked them at the window. That didn't work. I tried calling my dogs name to see if he would wake up and in turn wake Joe up. That didn't work.
The bus driver even tried to help, he leaned on the horn to see if it would wake Joe up but it didn't work.
So, I went back to the cafe around 7:15AM.
I explained to Jerome that I had left my keys inside the apartment and he asked me where I lived and I told him that I was just around the corner and he said, "I come" and I was startled by this, since I really just wanted to sit in his cafe without having to buy anything for a couple of hours so I could give Joe enough time to wake up.
Jerome and I walked to my apartment and I told him that I lived on the second floor. I pointed out my windows to him and showed him the fire escape ladder that leads up to the windows. He promptly stood on the fire hydrant and made an awesome leap to try and catch the ladder to bring it down. it didn't work.
He then went and got a large trash bin and rolled it over to underneath the fire ladder. He stood on top of that and tried to pull it down. It wouldn't come down, and it was definitely stuck in that position. This did not stop Jerome though, he pulled himself up on that fire escape ladder like a gymnast and the whole time I was down on the ground calling to him to be careful. He climbed up and told Joe I was downstairs. Joe came down and let me in, he was so sad to see me standing there.
I watched Jerome leap to the ground effortlessly and I gave him a big hug.
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