My roommate was on her way out to some event for work when she made her announcement:
“Oh! I forgot—I lost my keys. Somewhere between the car and the front door. Will you be home later?”
I said I wasn’t sure, so she took the spare one just to be safe. I went back about my business—I was on deadline for the newspaper, and began to prepare for what would be a marathon writing session. [Preparation for doing work, naturally, involves the following activities: checking email, leaving comments on other people's blogs, reading the comments on my own, checking email, making coffee, pacing around the apartment, walking Chelsea, checking email, finding new blogs, leaving them comments, checking email, reading the New York Times online, and checking email one more time, just for good measure.]
I was just about to check my email when I heard a knock at the door.
The cops! was my first thought. Or that douchebag neighbor from downstairs, coming to apologize for sicking the cops on me. Or to complain about something else.
“Who is it?” I said with the same suspicious tone with which my grandmother answers the phone. [Side note: my grandmother turned 88 today. She'd kill me if she knew I just announced that to the world. Good thing she doesn't know how to turn a computer on, let alone find my blog.]
“It’s your neighbor!” said a voice.
Shit.
But when I opened the door, it wasn’t the DBN and a little yapping Yorkie, but instead my kinder, gentler next door neighbor Mike. He stood there with his arm outstretched, dangling a set of keys at me. “I found these hanging out of the keyhole in your mailbox,” he said.
Translation: One of our douchebag neighbors could have taken them and broken into your apartment (like the DBN who stole your car radio), but I’m really nice and decided to return them to you.
See? There’s proof. They aren’t all douchebags.
Then I checked my email.
10 responses so far ↓
1 TimsHead // Jul 10, 2005 at 9:20 am
Yay! Santa Feans (sp?) are redeemable, after all. And a happy birthday to your grandmother, which is the same day as my mom. Go figure.Nothing else of interest. You may go check your email again.
2 TimsHead // Jul 10, 2005 at 9:22 am
PS: Good choice for watching. I hope you’re keeping mental notes for when we develop the sitcom of your life.
3 thinlizzy17 // Jul 10, 2005 at 9:37 am
Right on. Maybe Mike the neighbor doesn’t much care for DBN and the Yorkie, either.
4 VirtuallySane // Jul 10, 2005 at 9:49 am
Just a little comment to help you procrastinate–I love posts/events that help to remind you that the world isn’t *completely* full of DBNs. Thanks
5 trcs // Jul 10, 2005 at 10:32 pm
Glad to hear you didn’t leave your procrastination skills in New York! Mine are in full force these days. Final project for school coming due… haven’t even started it. So many less important things to do.
6 Jay_galk25 // Jul 11, 2005 at 2:34 am
Oh, the procrastion, it’s like a year long flu, just when you think it’s coming to an end bam.
Jay “Lost Adrift In A Sea of Sadness Rawr”
7 Phantom_Wisdom // Jul 11, 2005 at 2:38 am
Professoinal procastinator? Wonderful. How many douchebags live there anyways?
8 TrinityOne // Jul 11, 2005 at 6:03 am
Oh, yes, but did he make a copy of the keys to ransack your place later…
9 x_defying_gravity_x // Jul 11, 2005 at 8:11 am
Good to know there are SOME good people out there still…it’s sad that we think that people would actaully do that these days…but that’s life…wow, that was pessimistic! lol
10 x_defying_gravity_x // Jul 11, 2005 at 3:03 pm
1. The Calgary Stampede week is known for the pancake breakfasts around town…most big companies have one…hundreds of people go to each one…I know, it’s quite rediculous…especailly because I don’t even really like pancakes…2. Yes I know, the Boys II Men thing is rather funny…don’t think that I’m a fan…I’m not…I just went to support the boyfriend! lol