After my lunch of wheat and meat (and hops) I thought I'd stroll home and sit on my rooftop patio or take a little nap.
Happily I overshot my left turn, and came upon an art installation I'd been wanting to see. Anonymous Passersby.
Sadly I got lost trying to find my way back and my phone died from taking too many photos and using Maps too much. But, being the good scout, I had hard copies of the map.
I made it home, though the security at the ground floor with a key, and then up the elevator to the outer door of the apartment... where the Yale electronic fob refused to work.. I'd used it the the night before, and I know it's operational... but it just won't work today.
Luckily there is an override -- a code you can key in (in in in in) in case you don't have the fob. And that code is safely stored... in my dead phone. Drat!
So I made a wild search through my ever present backpack... and found no charging cable. Uh! I can see it on the counter in apartment D. Dammit!
I went downstairs and popped to a few very close shops (having PTSD about getting lost again) and no one had an Apple charging cable.
What to do... what to doooooo?
So I went back upstairs and sat outside the door. I figured eventually someone from one of the other three apartments would come home and let me through to the promised land.
Two hours later yada yada yada I'm in my apartment, the phone is charging, and I'm writing that freakin' code onto the hardcopy map.
(I'm thinking there are some tendrils of the curse still swirling around me which need to be exorcised.)
Anonymous Passersby
What kind of jerk would deface a beautiful piece of art like this???