Shoot. Me. Now.

Do you remember this post? The one where a guy tried to come into my house and I was freaked out because I was in my pajamas? He said I had "an attitude?" I have been embarassed to see him around the complex ever since.

Well, Brooklyn and I went grocery shopping while Jason was at home studying for his last final. He left to take his test before we got home. I didn't realize until I was pulling into the parking lot that I didn't have my house key! I thought about taking Brooklyn over to the Wendy's by our house and waiting in the air conditioning until Jason got home. But, I didn't want our groceries to sit in the hot car for that long. So, I went over to the office to see if somebody could let me in. Office hours are from 12 to 3, and I got there at about 3:02. Just my luck, the office was already closed. I wandered around the complex until I saw somebody mowing the lawn. Of course, it was the same guy from my previous blog!! I swallowed my pride and asked him if he could let us in. He turned off the lawn mower, went into the office to get the key, and opened the door for us. I didn't even have to tell him what apartment we lived in because apparently he remembers the girl with "the attitude." I was so embarassed.

Of course, the story doesn't end there... I unloaded the car, put all the groceries away, checked my email, and then put Brooklyn in her high chair with some snacks. I then grabbed the mail key and went to get the mail, which is just across the hall from our apartment. When I went to go back inside, THE DOOR WAS LOCKED!!! I couldn't believe it. I guess I must have locked the door out of habit when I left! I still don't remember doing it, but there I was locked out for the second time in 30 minutes. I was absolutely NOT going to ask the guy to let me in again. I could see Brooklyn through the window, happily eating her raisins and cheese. We had gotten a magazine in the mail and I just kind of stood there flipping through it and waiting for Jason to come home, however long that might be. In the meantime, the maintenance guy was going around blowing the grass off the sidewalks. My natural mother's instincts began to tell me I was being irresponsible. Yeah, I could see the baby, but what if she started choking or something and I couldn't get to her? When the guy got around to blowing off the grass by our apartment, I got up the nerve to ask him to let me in again. He had to turn off the machine and go back to the office again to get the key. Talk about HUMILIATION!!! It was bad enough the first time, but the second time I was mortified. Let's just say that I learned to be grateful the complex keeps a key to our apartment, even if that means they might come in when we're not expecting them.