Date: Fri, 3 Feb 1995 09:54:53 EST
So I go to my dorm room last night to find that the lock has been changed. Roommate is not in sight. I freak. I go to the key office, but it has moved "across the breezeway." I have no idea where the breezeway is. I find the breezeway. The office has just closed. I pound on the door. A voice from inside shouts "We're closed!"
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"Come back tomorrow!"
"I'm locked out of my room!"
"We're closed. Go to sleep. Come back in the morning!"
"I can't go to sleep--I can't even get in my room!"
(agigtated)"Have your roommate let you in."
"She's not there."
"Then wait for her there. She'll be back by the time you wake up!"
"But I CAN'T GET IN!"
"Hello?" At this point, I proceed to lie down in the closet of a room in front of the key office. I'm just about drifting off when I feel a door slam against my thigh.
"Sorry--hey! What are you doing there?"
"I told you. I'M LOCKED OUT OF MY ROOM. I CAN NOT GET IN. MY ROOMMATE IS NOT THERE. SHE IS OUT MODELING OR SKATING OR DRINKING OR DOING GOD KNOWS WHAT. I CAN NOT GET IN MY ROOM. THE LOCK WAS CHANGED AND I HAVE NO KEY."
"The lock was *changed*? Why didn't you say so? That's different. ID?"
In less than twenty seconds, I had my key.