My Wonderful Afternoon

So, this is what happened to me today. It was noon and I was hungry, but, of course, I don't have any food in my apartment, so I decided to go to Subway. I didn't get my cell phone because Subway is like a block from my apartment. My cats have developed this habit of running out the door when you open it, so I was trying to keep them in the apartment and lock the door at the same time. So, guess what I forgot, yep, my keys. And I did manage to lock my door. Well, I didn't have my phone, so I decided to walk down to the gas station and call my roommate from the payphone. She didn't answer. I walked back to my apartment and I heard my neighbors in their apartment, so I knocked (actually, I had to knock like three times). We share a laundry room and I was hoping we had left the door unlocked, as we so often do. We had not. (Let me just interject that my neighbor was not very concerned about my plight. She didn't offer to let me use her phone or anything.) So, I sat on the porch for about a half an hour waiting for my roommate. I guess she didn't get my voicemail. I figured she was at her boyfriend's, so I started walking. It's a pretty long walk, probably a mile or two, maybe more. But, I didn't have anything else to do. So, I walked all the way to his apartment, only to find that they weren't there. Then, I had to walk all the way back home. Sure I could have called someone else, but I didn't have my phone, and the payphone had already eaten all my change, and I never memorize anybody's numbers anymore. So, I walk all the way back to my apartment. I'm still hungry and really thirsty, and I could have walked to Subway, but now I'm tired of walking, so I take a nap in my car. After I woke up, it was starting to get cold, so I decided to wait in the hallway of my building. My roommate has to come home soon because her car is here and she has to go to work. By this time it's like 4pm. My neighbor (not the same one as before, but her roommate) comes home and asks me what's wrong. She does let me use her phone and I call my roommate's boyfriend and he says shes in the fitting room, in Chattanooga. But, they are leaving as soon as Jessie buys the jeans, so I only have another half an hour to hang out in the freezing cold hallway. The good news was that I had left the television on so I at least had something to listen to. The bad news was that it was a Trading Spaces I had already seen twice. Finally, my roommate comes home and apoligizes profusely for not answering the phone the first time, but she has this thing about not answering numbers she doesn't recognize and she didn't want to check her voicemail because she was afraid it was work. Obviously, it's not her fault, I should have just gotten my keys. So, I spent an entire afternoon being locked out of my apartment, and no, it was not fun.