At least now I know my new neighbours. Sorta. I know they won’t be breaking into my apartment anytime soon. Around dinner time last night, I heard a knock on my door. It was odd because nobody ever visits without a phone call.
My new neighbours had locked themselves out of their apartment. They wanted to borrow a knife so they could try to “break in.”
Apparently, the door locked behind them (odd because why would you leave your door unlocked to go to the grocery store?) when they stepped out for a few minutes. They were in a big panic because dinner was cooking in the oven. We could smell it burning. Hmm …so we tried calling the property owners but that didn’t work.
After one bent knife, the girlfriend/wife told the boyfriend/husband to kick down the door. It was not a pretty picture. I thought the poor guy was going to have a heart attack (he didn’t have the slimmest physique). But success! He did it!
Now I have one bent knife. I guess that is better than a burnt down apartment building.