And it was another blonde moment:
I thought there was something wrong with the set of keys I fished from my pockets. The deadbolt key, which was the only key with a different shape was missing. And the key chain was a Kokopelli figure, not a lizard.
Fucking A. I picked the wrong set of keys before I left for work this morning. (How apt that the keys were held by the figure of a trickster deity.) These weren't the front door keys, and me and my friend Miguel were stuck outside the apartment. To top it all, it began raining. But of course.
Miguel suggested we try picking the front door or opening the window next to it. I said it would be a bad idea to be reported for breaking in to my own apartment.
It's a good thing JV was on his way home from work and was only a few minutes away. Although he demanded I prepare the band for his arrival.
"It's raining," I told him.
"Oh," he replied. "Does that mean there won't be a band playing?"
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