Survival Tips for the Locked Out.

Last night, an awesome Friday! I was on my way to my cousin Stephanie's house to hang out. On my way, my sister Gina calls me and asks me so nicely to come over, sleep over and watch her dog because early that morning Gina and her boyfriend Keith were to go skiing! I was really their last option, so of course, I had to oblige. I don't have pajamas, clothes, a toothbrush or a phone charger with me, but whatever, I'll make do, she needs me.

I get over there around 2am. Not sleepy at all. I woke up at around 5pm that day. I knew I'd probably be staying up for a while, so I just went online and chilled out. They left around 6am, for their outing leaving the keys on the table with the dog's leash. 

I finally wake up around 2pm and I go online. The dog, JD jumps right on top of me totally ready to expel a bunch of his poop. Of course my hair is wild, I haven't even washed my face yet and my cellphone is now dead but whatever, it'll only take a minute.

I let him out, I get back and the key isn't working. I try. I try a lot. I knock on doors. No one is home in the ENTIRE apartment building. I ask random gentlemen in the hallway, he tries, no luck. I ask him if I can use his phone and he says no. About an hour later, the doorman is on duty. He tries, but under one condition, I shall NOT let the dog go near him. And this one year old Golden Retriever is wacky, bouncy and is excited to see and jump onto just about anyone. He calls the superintendent and they don't have a master key because Gina supposedly changed her locks recently and they haven't obtained a copy yet.

By this time, Gina is supposed to be home. I call her and I find out that her friend and the person who drove them there fell on the mountain and broke his leg. They were in the hospital all day and they weren't leaving any time soon. I also find out that I had the wrong keys, the OLD set of keys that were right next to the NEW set of keys. She tells me to try a credit card and if that doesn't work I could just leave and go home, wait for her there.

The credit card thing was ridiculous, so I just throw him in my back-seat and leave. My gaslight is on, blinking. I have no money and no house key. I go back to my cousin's hoping my Mom is there. Of course she's not. I call her, my dad, my sister, no one answers. I leave, counting the miles, hoping that I don't run out of gas.

I thankfully get home and I remember that my Dad said there is a key in the backyard underneath one of these three rocks. I try each but they are stuck to the ground in ice. I knock each one down using my shoe, freezing, in the dark. The last one, the key is there. BUT it's in a block of ice.  I use a stick to pick it out slowly. I get it out but it won't work because ice is surrounding the grooves. I go back to my car and let the dog lick it until it melts in my numb hand covered in dirt, water and now the key ingredient, saliva. 

It's 8pm and I'm finally home. Gina came here but I have to drive her and the dog home because Keith needs the car. So that'll make me feel better. 

No more favors for anyone.