It's that time again, the time where we all sit around and listen to a story that could only happen to Ms. KA. I went back to Dartmouth last night because I still don't have a bed in my new apartment. The mess in the apartment was beginning to wear on me, as well the garbage was starting to smell a little fresh. I decided to take the initiative and take the garbage down to the garbage hole. This was the first time that I had decided to dispose of the garbage, and I wasn't overly sure as to where it was to be deposited. All I had to go on was a note left by Ying that stated it was in the door beside the lift on the ground level. So I slipped on my sneakers, which complimented my outfit of old gym shirt and stretchy pants (aka my pyjamas) and went in search of the garbage room. I was talking to A at the time, so she has the complete chronicle of my search. Off to the lift I went, and went in the only door that was beside it...I opened it and peeked in. It was the parking garage, and there was nothing there but cars and then more identical doors in front of each car. There didn't look to be a garbage room in there, at least not a well marked one. Back in the lobby, I tried to find another door, and there wasn't any. Completely confused, I figured that it just had to be in the garage. So this time I went in for a more complete search. And this time was no different than the last. Lots of cars, and lots of unmarked locked white doors, and one that said Authorized Personnel Only. I didn't think that the garbage room was in there. So, defeated, me in my pyjamas and my two bags of garbage decided that I had put enough effort into this little excursion and it was time to go back upstairs. Can you imagine my surprise when the door back into the building wouldn't open? Can you imagine my ever increasing surprise when I realised that it wasn't opening no matter how hard I turned the handle. How about imagining my panic when I realised that I had no keys, there was only an electronic code thing that I didn't know the code for, and I was locked in the parking garage in my pyjamas with two bags of garbage?!! So back to the unmarked doors I went, I tried knocking to no avail. I tired another, and another, and yet another, only to be greeted by the realization that I would be spending the night in a parking garage with only two bags of garbage to keep me company. Panic was quickly robbing my already useless brain of any coherant thought. I didn't want to leave the garage, as I knew that as soon as I left there, I would be stuck in the lobby (in my pyjamas, with two bags of garbage). At least in the garage I looked like I was initially in the building, and didn't just crawl off the street to find a place to sleep. I was talking to A the whole time, and finally decided that I had a better chance of running into someone in the lobby, or at least calling the Superintendent and getting him/her to come down and help me. So I took a deep breath, and left the santicity of the parking garage, and me and my two bags of garbage went to the lobby. The first person I called was the Super. Dialed the number, only to be greeted with a message telling me that this number has been disconnected. This then triggered a delayed reaction in my brain, reminding me of something that I paid little attention to at the time. Sometime in the past week, a notice was shoved under my door telling me that the current superintendent was leaving, and that they were currently searching for a replacement. So no help from the super for me. I was back to trying to formulate a plan. During this time a man when down to the parking garage, there I was waving from behind the locked lobby door, and he barely gave me a second worrying glance before leaving. A was telling me to try to call the other people in the building. This was the last thing that I wanted to do. I don't live in the building, the only person that I knew in the building was in Thailand and not expected back for another week and a half. I could just imagine me calling random people and asking them to let me into their apartment building in downtown, Sketchyville Dartmouth, it just wasn't going to happen. I finally did break down and call someone, it was the second name on the list...Bennett. A woman answered, and our conversation went like this: Woman: Hello? Me: Hi, I am locked out of the building and I was wondering if you could tell me the new number for the superintendent? Woman: Hello? Me: Er..um…hi, I am locked out of the building, and I am looking for the number for the superintendent. Woman: I can’t hear you. Me(speaking louder): I am locked out of the building, and I need the number for the superintendent. Woman: What? I can’t hear you or help you. Me: WAIT! I’M LOCKED OUT! Then I hear the resounding click of her phone as she hung up. It was at this point that I realized that I was really in trouble. Since A was the one that told me to call in the first place, I was all snotty and asked her if she had heard that. She meekly replied yes, and began to see what I was talking about when I said no one would want to help the Crazy Bag Lady. At that point I resigned myself to sitting down in the lobby and just waiting for someone to come along. Of course while I was sitting there on the floor of the lobby (with my two bags of garbage of course) my cousin J’s hot roommate walked past. So there went any chance of him accepting a casual invitation into my bed. Who wants a Crazy Bag Lady who sits in the lobby of an apartment building after dark? Not too many people that I would want to share a bed with. He waved meekly, looking confused as to what to think and what to do. He started to come in, and then hesitated. I think that he made the right decision…there just wasn’t anything that anyone could say in that situation. Finally a nice woman came along, and opened the door to the lobby, and I was once again inside. She was even nice enough to take me to the garbage room, which incidentally was in the parking garage. Why do these things always happen to me??!!!