The passed two days have no been fun... at all. All except getting my uncle and aunt from the Logan Airport today then eating at a Brazilian Buffet was the most exciting thing I've done.
Although, there was this one incident yesterday.
That morning I was running very late. Just got the amount of sleep I needed to get through the day without taking a desk nap (meaning sleeping during school) but with one problem.
I had 15 minutes before the bus left and I needed to shave with the add-on I didn't check for everything I needed for the day.
Making a good shave in the morning (being as tired as I can be and trying to be aware of the clock too) is a good 10 minutes at least. I don't shave at night cause I don't like 5 o'clock shadows.
5 minutes left. At least I got my clothes ready. Grabbed my watch, jacket, money, body spray, deodorant...
"Where's my freakin' wallet?"
My wallet contains no money. Nothing valuable unless you want a High School Discount Card and a CVS Extra Care Card. Maybe the American Eagle Points Card thingy.
But the one thing I need the most...
The keycard.
You see, if you are reading this post for the first time, or have just started reading this long and emotionally distraught blog from start to finish, then I guess I should tell you now that I live in an 3-bedroom apartment. Hard to find, hard to afford, trust me, borrowing 6 grand and slowly paying it back isn't easy. But the important thing about the story here, I live in a freakin' apartment.
If you ever been to an apartment complex before, whether visiting a friend so you could use their pool pass during the summer or you actually live in one, then you know that you either have a code to punch in to get in or a keycard to swipe so the door would be unlocked temperarily.
I, my friend, leave it in my wallet. And I only misplace my wallet, never lose it (not yet anyways).
I decide to forget about it and hope that the door stays unlocked after closing from the last person to walk inside (occasionally it happens) and go on ahead to chase the bus.
I don't make half-way before I see the bus taking off.
I go home, kind guy leaves the door open for me as he's stepping out, I tell madre, she's irratated, and in an hour, I head to school.
Fast forward, I get off the bus, an the entire time, I'm worrying about how to get in. I hope the door is open in that rare state, or I come around just as someone's coming in.
Well, no such luck.
I'm in the lobby entrance hoping for someone to come in or head out.
Finally, a car goes inside the garage. I sowly get out of the lobby, wait for the person to get close to the door.
Its a reddish-hair elderly lady. Not majorly old, but plenty old enough to be under the catagory "More-Life-Expericenced" so my mind automatically sets to much respect for her.
"Excuse me, could you open the door for me?"
"Why?"
"I forgot my wallet in my apartment, which has my card."
"What apartment?"
"122."
"Well, your name should be on the list."
"We haven't lived here long, and they didn't change the papers."
We are referring to the list on the wall of the last names of supposely everyone that lives here along with a number to call to that person's phone.
We go to that list in the lobby entrance and of course, my name isn't there.
"Your name isn't here."
"Ma'am, I have my key right here. I live on the first floor. I just forgot my card."
She looks at me with these eyes, thinking she knows I'm lying, and says in a voice that people say just to tick another person off...
"You don't live here."
Slap to the face! Thats just rude. She then said the following.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you in."
You see, if she only just said that, that would be fine. But no, she's right, I'm wrong, end of the line. She walks out of the Lobby Entrance and goes through the Garage Entrance just to make sure I don't go in.
I understand why she didn't let me in, but to speak in an attitude like that is inexcusable.
Lesson for All: Never become that person.
Song of the Day tomorrow...
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