Yesterday, Andy and I had a huge fight. And I dramatically walked out of the house, to get into my car and walk away. On my way to my car, I heard a woman's voice: "Hey! Heeeeeaaay!"
I looked up, and there were two women in a balcony with beers in their hands. Oh great. That's where the frat boy lives, and these are some dumb girls.
"Heeaaay. Can you help us? We're stuck in this balcony."
It would've been funny except I was in a foul mood after the fight with Andy and in the middle of a dramatic exit.
"We accidentally locked ourselves out, can you let us back in please?"
So I went up the stairs and into their condo, and I tried to remove the safety latch but it was stuck. They tried to futilely open the door, while I tugged on the little latch.
Finally I was like: "Do you have a screwdriver?" But they didn't know where it was. And so I said: "You guys are messing up my dramatic exit on my husband."
So I went back inside the house to get a screwdriver, at which point Andy yells at me from the bed. "HEeeeey! Hey!!" And I walked out with the screwdriver, and unscrewed the neighbour's safety latch. And rescued them. Turns out they're new tenents, and seem pretty cool and not the frat boy crowd I was expecting.
I put the screwdriver back inside my house. Andy yelling from the bed: "Not cool!"
And then I continued on with my dramatic exit.