locked out...

john left for seattle yesterday, so naturally i locked both the dead bolt and the lock on the door knob before going to bed.  sadly, i forgot about the lock on the door knob when i went to take out the trash this morning.  ugh.  let's just say i left my apartment at 6:45 am with the following: my pajamas and a bag of trash (or better, without the following: money, charlie card, cell phone, keys, oh yeah...and shoes).  i waited until a neighbor walked by at 7:30 am with a cell phone.  i called the build maintenance man, my landlady, and john.  john was the only person i was able to reach, but i left messages for the others.  then my neighbor and her cell phone left for work.  i assumed i needed to wait a while, because it takes an hour to get anywhere in boston, and so i waited.  meanwhile, the rest of the neighborhood left for work...with their cell phones.  

(insert slightly embarrassing story(-ies) of your choice, because i'm not sharing mine).

so, after multiple shoeless appearances on salem street, and 5.5 hours later, i was back in my apartment.  though, i was now $200 poorer.  i showered and headed to work, stayed late to make up for earlier exams that had to be rescheduled, and now i am home.  home sweet home.  

as i sit on the couch, i am thinking about all the times i have been locked out.  hmm...