lockout
In true permanoob fashion, I went down to the bridgehead to get a coffee and locked myself out of the apartment. The girl at the front desk in the hair salon was nice enough to call the building guy to come and let me in, which he did in pretty short order. I offered to buy him a coffee, but he wasn’t interested.
I love Thursdays.
2 Comments
N3WB!!!!
Posted by Dr_Death on 8 April 2005 @ 7am
It is my gift. It is my curse.
Posted by boolean on 8 April 2005 @ 12pm