I’m supposed to be in the office now (or enroute there) but instead I’m trapped in our living room. And I mean this literally… I’m locked inside the house and can’t go out.
This is how it happened. Since it’s Friday, it’s casual day, so I decided to switch bags to complement my jean jumper. Since I was running late, I hurriedly left our bedroom and locked it out of habit. Then I headed for our main door and rummaged through my bag to get my keys so I could unlock the padlock keeping our gate closed. But my keys hadn’t been transferred to this bag. Uh oh.
All my flatmates were already gone and couldn’t possibly come back for me and be late to work just for that. That’s when I realized the purpose of this ad someone had stuck inside our gate:
I guess this is the sort of thing that happens to people, huh?
Update: The locksmith finally arrived and I’m currently in a bus on the way to work. I’ve never seen a locksmith at work before and watching all those espionage films made me expect that he’ll just pick the lock with a hairpin or something. I was totally unprepared for this:
I was also unprepared for the S$90 bill. So I guess I can’t eat for the next few days huh.
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Yes Dee! This happened to me a couple of months ago too! But in my case, I had to use my ninja skills and jumped over our 15 ft gate and risked having my skinny jeans ripped into shreds.
my ninja skills doesn't help me here in SG. I would need cat skills – like Catwoman did when she slipped out through the prison bars. waaahhh.