The $154 Latte

God, I had the worst night ever.... It started off nice enough, meeting my old buddy Ellen Adams for a coffee up by USC (where I hadn't been yet, so that was cool)! We had a ton of fun, catching up for a couple hours. On the way home I decided to stop for some groceries... All going great so far. When I got to the apt I snagged one of the endless supply of shopping carts that lie around the place to carry my groceries upstairs. Fine, great, no big deal, saved me a hernia from carrying those damn plastic bags. So I prop open the door with the shopping cart and unload the groceries. Then, I decide to take the cart back to the elevator lobby (aka shopping cart parking lot) and on my way back realize that my KEYS ARE SITTING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER!!! Arrrrggghhhh! God damn it! I also, of course, have no phone and no way to get hold of anyone... So I walk downstairs to our oh-so-helpful security office thinking they'll have spare keys. Nope, no such luck. :( So he offers to call a locksmith, what choice do I have, I say okay - so $150 and 1 1/2 hours later I am finally in my apartment with my groceries put away.

Man, I tell ya, after dealing with this, the whole "Bride of Chucky" thing and the awfulness that has been dealing with Verizon all week trying to locate my missing internet kit, I think I'm just going to stay in the house from now on - sorry mom!