So the inevitable happened. I chose to stay at home and read and finish settling in today. I walked outside to check the mail. I heard my apartment door close behind me with a sickening "I-left-my-keys-inside" click. The roommate is at work. The land lady isn't at home. I had just locked the patio door, so even if I could scale one of the back fences from a neighbor's apartment, I couldn't get in. Shit.
Oh and I looked like this: see above bangs, green knit booties, sparkly pajama pants, and an old ill-fitting sweater. No id, no money, not even a credit card with which to pick the lock. Shit.
Last night, I just finished Michael Chabon's The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. Kavalier, among other things, is an escape artist who can get out of, or into, anywhere. It is election season, and many propositions on the ballot here in San Francisco. There are many fliers on card stock littering the front steps. Hmm, what would Joe Kavalier do? Yeah, I just broke into my apartment with a flier for some school board nominee from the Mission. I never thought politics would do me so well...
The sun just broke through my first fog-addled morning. I think it will be a good day.
Love,
M
Thus spake Megathustra
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