it finally happened...

i locked myself outta my frakin flat! post man buzzed my door, i buzzed him in and let the door slam. he said "uh oh." i looked back and it was still not 'locked' but hanging on by a nook...of course instead of going to make sure i wasn't locked out, i went straight to him to get my Package (my ebay buckle boots no doubt!). as he shut the front door, my flat door snapped shut. OH SHIT. so in sweat pants, North Texas sweatshirt, wet head, and bare foot there i was. nobody home upstairs or down. i tried to pick it with a fine nail and a piece of stick wood... no workie. luckily the boots are fab and fit so i slipped em on and went embarrassingly across the street to the Denny Day Retirement Home. they flocked to help me actually (after a not so friendly man looked as though i was a loon).... so, dialed up the locksmith. he was here in less than 5. didn't even use a piece of metal in any form--- just a big piece of cardboard to slip the lock. What the Freak? WHY didn't i think of that!?! 54 BPS, ie about $80. Hmmm. Merry Christmas FancyDancin.