So I locked myself out of my apartment this morning. It happened when I was walking Dante right before heading off to work. So I called my super, who didn't answer. I buzzed the button outside to call him, and after a couple of minutes, one of the other building workers came to the door. (He's kind of like a maintenance man but not.)
I told him what happened, and he said in his practically non-existent English, "Follow me," and I did that. We went to the boiler room and he pointed to a big box of keys, saying, "Help look." We searched the entire box of keys to no avail. So apparently, they don't have a copy of my key! (Explains why the super always insists I be home when he needs to come by.)
Luckily just last week I put a spare set of keys in my office, so I called the secretary, who got my keys and met me at the entrance gate to campus (I did this just so that I could shave off ten minutes on this process, since I'd have to go to her office to let me into mine and so forth) with the spare set.
Of course, Dante loved the extra walk he got from this, but it definitely put a bit of a damper on my day. Alas, it all worked out just fine and I made sure to remember to put my spare back in my office desk.
Thankfully I live so close to work!
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