Getting locked out is a bummer, especially if you somehow don’t have your cellphone with you. Or your wallet. Or anything besides a copy of the autobiography of the host of a trashy late night TV show. And happen to be the kind of person who thinks climbing the scaffolding into the construction site next door and then MacGyvering into your bedroom window is a viable plan. Not a bummer: When your roommate comes home just as you’re building a precarious tower of broken patio furniture to enact a plan that involves doing a horizontal jump into a second story window.
May 5, 2008 at 7:01 pm |
i get home to brooklyn after a beautiful sunday afternoon with a friend and after a bummer weekend-construction-i -don’t-know-what-they-are-really-doing -(probably-just-laughing-at-people-crowding-subway-platforms)L train ride i realize i left my keys in my jacket pocket at my friends apartment in chelsea. bummer. and i just picked up my laundary and groceries on the way home. BUMmer. roommates MIA i have to go back into the city on the L and come back to brooklyn on the L. i left my groceries and laundry at the 24 natural food store. bummer: the L train (looking forward to that bummer blog). not a bummer: getting to use my spanish to explain to santiago why i had to leave my laundry on the kitchen counter in the back room of the store.
thanks for this bummer blog. i don’t know of a location more precisely suited to vent this situation.