My new roommate accidentally locked me out of my apartment for the second time in a week tonight.
The windows in my apartment face west, onto Columbus Avenue, and the fire escape on the west side of the building doesn’t go to the roof. None of the lights on any of the other west-facing windows in my building were on, either, so I guessed the apartment number for a third-floor apartment in the adjacent building whose lights were on, buzzed, convinced a complete stranger to let me out onto their fire escape (which connects to mine), and broke into my own apartment through the living room window.
I should be a fucking spy.
