Through the Eyes of a Wombat

Little did we know what an adventure we were in for last night.
Being Tuesday, we were out at the Spoon, an excellent coffee house in town, and headed home around midnight.
So far so good.
Walking to the apartment door from the car, it soon dawned on us that neither of us had the front door key. Nor was it in the car. Running back over the evening, we figured that it was either still hanging up beside the door on the inside, or we had left it somewhere, likely the Spoon. (Not the first time, once before we managed to leave the power supply to my laptop at the Spoon.)

Hunting around in the car we managed to find a torch, though nothing to pick the lock with. NOt that that would have done much good - neither of us having the first clue how to pick a lock anyway. (Well, I did figure out how to open Mr Shimada's phone, in Saitama, but... anyway..)
The windows were, unfortunately, locked (to prevent people climing in from the outside... forward thinking on our part!), but with the help of the torch we could see, dangling on the hook beside the door... yes, the door keys.

Right.

We live in an apartment complex, and there is an after-hours maintenance fellow you can call. Fine, except we didnt know the number. Sarah did at least know where the office was, so off we headed in the hope that there would be a phone number written on the door.
There was, which when called led to a recorded message telling us another number to call, and also a third number to call if no one responded to the second number within half an hour. So we ring the second number and are able to leave a message. Its now 12.30.

1:00 comes and not a peep from maintenence people or anyone, so we call the third number, which is a pager. So we leave our number.
No response.
It rapidly got to the point where we were calling the pager every five minutes or so, and leaving enough messages on the answering machine to fill the tape, but still not so much as a sausage in response.

Well, at least it wasnt too cold. We slept in the car. Its amazing how comfortable it can be with the seat stretched all the way back. Nothing like a good bed, or indeed any bed, but better than nothing.

8:00 comes and neither of us had had much sleep, so we turn up at the door of the office again and wait until someone comes to work, get a spare key from them, home, and sleep solid until 1 pm.

We need a spare key.