I did not have much on that day: late morning for inspection by a dentist, I had an appointment at noon in the cafeteria. There were holidays. Great opportunity to get back and sleep off to recover from the strenuous study.
The girlfriend was not so good, they had to leave early to go to jail. visit was not due to own misconduct, but with the lawyer, where she did an internship, a client. That was probably the Moments in law school, in which it is received a little more alive. Sorry, but also in the morning a little earlier than me, the spree quality academics.
We had stayed with her in the flat she shared with three others. Friendly way, I was still allowed to lie a little to no before visiting a dentist to go again for an hour home to. I got up a little later, quickly brushed my teeth and wanted to make a hasty but noted that the apartment door was locked. Dirt. The roommate. They did not know that I was still there, had left and had the door closed. The girlfriend and I were indeed thick with each other, but because of Veto the roommate I had not have their own keys to the apartment. I was imprisoned.
fate. I began to set up a long day alone. First I called the dentist and canceled the appointment. Not without laughter of the nurse when she learned of my misfortune. Then I called in the law firm, but the friend and the lawyer were on their way towards the prison. They gave me but because of the precarious situation the mobile number of the lawyer. I got lucky as well as directly to the stripper. He was curt, but I handed on to her friend. They also listened to the story, said that they're doing nothing could and I should make me a nice day.
I did as I was told. Put under the shower. While I was soaping, the bell rang loudly at the door. I took it with a shrug, so could not open anyway. But it rang frequently and violently. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Meanwhile, lightly dressed in a towel, I asked about the desires of the visitor:
Locksmiths! I would open the door and swap out the castle!
But ... but ... but ...
sooner that I knew it was the open door, the man from the key service grinned at me, me a new set of keys pressed in the hand and said goodbye friendly. Stammered my question, who had instructed him because he beantwirtete already on the stairs going down:
A lawyer!
's voice was and disappeared. I was free! Probably I have seldom looked so stupid in the scanty underwear. I was a free man go, and could leave the apartment behind me!
Not quite. Finally, the game had turned. I had previously been the only without key, I was now the only with key for the apartment. Neither the friend, would have the roommate the chance to come in in the apartment when I would go now. The old castle was built, the key useless.
About as worthless just regained my freedom. Fucking shit. It was about the year 1996, it had still not every student a mobile phone, so I'd have none of the patients can achieve.
from the affair, I saved myself, finally, as I threw the new key in the letterbox of the flat (with an explanatory note) and attached a note on the door on the fifth floor that you a look at the return contact in the letter box should. That helped. Now I was really free.
epilogue
Neither the roommate or the property manager found this story particularly funny. The housemates, however, were already very fun free, so I did not make that much. All the more fun was the lawyer. After the friend had told him about the mishap that is, he laughed up crooked and remembered that it is the key service being owed a favor. I do not know whether the lawyer got into trouble because he had taken a cell phone in prison. That is forbidden, but that day I was very right.
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