My aunt used to tell me that the universe speaks in threes.
Bad things happen in threes, but so do good things.
This is not a good omen.
I have a closing this afternoon, so I went over to the condo to make sure nothing untoward has happened.. the place is appropriately emptied... toilets have not overflowed, the garage remotes are in the far left-hand drawer in the kitchen.. and I have all the appropriate keys.
I found a handful of detritus, in a few drawers... you know a few matches, some scraps of paper and the like... gathered them up, and took them with me when I locked the unit.
I went down to the basement to find the trashroom, 'cause I didn't want to take that handful of trash with me to my car. I found it, opened a smelly trashbin and deposited the leftovers. I turned to exit the trashroom, only to find one of the locks pictured blocking my return. I was locked in the smelly basement trash room, with no combination.
Let's hope, I thought, that I have cell service. I did have a single bar, and was able to reach the management company. I asked for the combo... they said "oh... I don't know. I'll have to check and get back to you.... don't go anywhere." (funny).
In the meanwhile I'm panicking a little. I have an appointment to donate blood in 30 minutes... I'm surely going to be late. So I'm thinking... it must be a simple number... 'cause I can't be the only idiot to find myself locked in the trash room.... right? I just can't.
Let's see.... 1-2-3-4-5.... nope. 1-2-3-4... nope. 1-2-3... nope. I'm getting a little exasperated... 1-2... nope. 1....click... it opens. 1? That's the combo?? Why bother??
Hey, shut up Alan... stop complaining.... you're free! I hope my day improves.
note: my day did NOT improve.