Homeless

So I had mishap last night. I had been staying at a friends' because it was close to work. I went back last night to get my things and pay their rent. They live in a triplex so their landlord lives next door. I'd gotten all my things together and the last thing I had to do was slip the rent in the door slot. Well I closed the door behind me and you guessed it, it locked.

First thought, knock on the door. Surely, the landlord will open the door and unlock it for you. No answer. Second, try the other apt. No answer. So after ringing door bells and knocking on doors for I don't know how long, I started to wonder what I would do. What numbers I actually remembered off the top of my head that were relevant.

Dialogue from my head:

Well I could just wait out here until they get back. I'm glad I wore a jacket. Oh my goodness! What if she's gone out of town? WHY ARE HER LIGHTS STILL ON? I don't know where I could walk without a bunch of homeless, scary looking people around. How am I gonna get Ashley from the airport on Monday? Her keys are in my car too. My keys are in the freaking house!

Like what would you do if you suddenly had no cell phone, no transportation, no access to your house because the person with your spare key is out of town? I was the definition of screwed. So I went to the neighbors house who was having some kind of girls' night and was about to head out for the night. I asked if she had the landlord's number, which luckily she did but unluckily it went straight to voicemail.  I called my sister, who also thankfully has a spare to my car. I wasn't totally locked out from my possessions. But I wondered how would I get to my own house or if my apt office would even be open on Christmas Eve. To make an already long story short, thank God that there's one more person who has keys to this place and she's meeting me today.

I wasn't homeless for long and for that I'm grateful. How are your survival skills?