SPORT FUTILITY

1:51

Get in my bin?:

Working late today, Brett and I stepped out to get food. When we returned, we discovered that the door had been locked and that we had no matching key. I called someone with the key, and we wound up waiting around in front of the door for him to arrive. In the interim, the skinny Asian girl that works downstairs came down and opened the door to leave.

As she walked out, I got the door handle so I could walk back in, but she stopped mid-doorway and said "I can't let you in." Hmm. I explained the situation, but she looked dubious, so I began looking for ways to prove my employment. "Do you have a business card?" No, I don't. (possibly because I don't go around shaking hands with apprentices) I tried showing her my key to the upper office. It looks exactly like every other key in the goddamn world, of course. "This key opens the upstairs office. Do you want to escort me up there or something?" "No! No...no I don't. No." She proceeded quickly away from the office entrance. Walking up the stairs, I decided that she thought I was hitting on her. Oh well.