Original event date: Oct 31, 2012

I got home late from Toronto, around 2am, but when I tried to get into my apartment the door was locked. I had my key, of course, but the side door technically has two locks. One proper lock that I have a key for, and one old doorknob lock (like a bathroom) that has no key. The doorknob lock had been locked for some reason. Accident, landlord’s young son or daughter, I have no idea. Ppoint being, I was locked out in the rainy night at 2am.

I couldn’t wake up the landlord, so my brain decided that the best solution was clearly to sleep in my car, because I was really worried about bothering friends. I had my long wool coat, in addition to my fleece fox PJs/costume

I woke up from cold at about 4am, and the cold also meant I had to pee. I drove to the gas station, blasting the heat to warm the car up again, and got some gas, and then used the washroom inside. I’m a classy lady. Then it was back to the driveway to sleep until 7am when I knew the landlord would be up and should actually answer the door and let me in. A very sleepy Mrs. Landlord answered the door. I complained, but she doesn’t speak English very well, so I’m not sure my cooled-but-still-annoyed point got across properly, but she opened the side door for me and let me in.

First thing I did once I got into my apartment was find some tape and tape the doorknob lock in the open position.

Then I had both Lindsay and Christian squawk at me for not calling them, and I’m under strict orders to not worry about waking either of them up next time I have a random 2am emergency. I