Alright... this isn't a bad rant but I just feel like telling the story because it's awesome... I'm going to Quentin Tarentino it to make it that much more interesting...
...And there I was. Outside in the cold inspecting my own apartment building wondering how I'm going to get into my 2nd floor apartment. I put my hat and gloves on, take one last look, feeling like my idea is right, I'm going to go for it...
It was just another routine Saturday. I go to my job at Guitar Center. We opened at 9am, and hour earlier than usual because of the holiday rush. The crowds come and go, and I do my usual run about keeping an eye on things, collecting and handing off SKU's and receipts, checking out customer owned gear, and making sure everyone leaves happily with what they paid for. After that fun, I get off at 3 and hand the torch over to someone else. It was then I waited for my friends to show up... so I spent about an hour playing around with multiple guitar and chumming around with some customers and secretly turning them towards sales associates so they can make money. I was playing a Seagull Coastline series acoustic when I notice my friend immediately outside the door with his semi lengthy curly hair that looks just god aweful... so I decide to poke fun at it. I was escorted outside to our friends car where we went off to the mall so I could obtain a couple gifts and such... Then we saw Tron Legacy at 7pm which was... a pretty cool movie regardless of the demographic. So... a few plot complications and many... MANY dirty jokes later we leave the theater and head down to Denny's to destroy our insides with the crapola they offer there. A self loathing meal and MANY more dirty jokes later I was brought home, an end to a pretty decent night. I draw "POOP
" on the top of my friends car, and bid farewell to the bunch. Then I get upstairs and realize my door is locked. The door is never locked. EVER. Why is the door locked? What the crap? The door shouldn't be locked!! So... about 15 mins of sitting in the stairway wondering how I'm going to get in, and it dawns on me...
...And there I was. Outside in the cold inspecting my own apartment building wondering how I'm going to get into my 2nd floor apartment. I looked at it up and down, from multiple angles, over and over. After a few minutes of inspecting and getting a feel for it... I decided it was the only way. It isn't a particularly large building, and each building in the little complex has a balcony for each apartment. It seemed perfectly logical to climb up to mine. The only thing that impeded my initial climb was a bush that I could not get around. It ended just past where the first balcony started, and I couldn't get at the right angle to pull myself up. Then I looked around for something I could climb on, and bingo... I found a plant holder! I turned it upside down and dirt and cigarette butts fall out... I made a promise that when I got in, I'd clean that mess up, and put the plant holder back where I found it. Anyhow, I got the proper boost, and I was up. Then I climbed to this little roof type thing, and this is what concerned me the most. I didn't know how well of a job it would do of supporting my weight. But before I started climbing I had the idea that, if each end can support the 2 balconies on each end... it could support me with no trouble at all.
l l
l v me l < balcony origin
l_________________l
^roof thing
Ok, that's kind of a rough idea of what this looked like. Directly below me was the entrance, in front of me was where I came from, and up was where I need to be. So... I look up, and the railing to my balcony was 8 or so feet up. So I had to jump for it, and pull all 135lbs of me over the railing. After a few prep jumps, bam. I did it in one shot. It wasn't hard, but I like making it sound hard so it seems more impressive...
Anywho... I'm my balcony, and I'm feeling good... "Mission accomplished" I think... But I found that it had only just begun. I had reached the hardest part......... opening the door.
I approached the screen door, expecting to be over, but it didn't budge. I figured I was knocked back to the beginning... only in more of a precarious position. Then it hit me... "It's frozen!" So after about 10+ minutes of kicking, and picking, and wresting with the screen door I get it open, and I slide open the glass door and I'm in...
When I left for work yesterday morning... if you told me I'd had to break into my own apartment to get inside... I would have called you a mad man.
The End
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