>Not Ghostbusters…

>Who you gonna call??

…when you lock your keys inside your apartment on a Sunday afternoon?

Why, your ex-boyfriend’s father, of course.

I’m actually surprised this hasn’t happened before. I am notoriously scatter brained and I get distracted really easily. Luckily, I know this about myself so I keep my keys on a hook right by my door so they are the last thing I see (and grab) right before I leave. Also, there are no less than four people here in Santiago who have copies of my keys, just in case. Unfortunately, as I left to get the rest of my laundry out of the dryer this afternoon, I was a bit distracted thinking about my upcoming vacation to Argentina, and only grabbed the laundry room key and left my apartment keys dangling on the hook.

As soon as I shut the door I realized my mistake and let go a few choice expletives in Spanish and English, just for good measure. Then I realized that also left inside, less than a meter away from where I was standing in the hallway, but oh so out of reach, was my cell phone.

How was I supposed to call any of these four people without my cell phone?

I went down and asked my conserje (door man) to borrow the phone. Never mind that I couldn’t remember my friends’ cell phone numbers, the phone in the lobby can’t make calls to cell phones (rates in Chile between landlines and cell phones is steep, so some phones don’t even have the feature enabled). Luckily, from the far recesses of my memory, I remembered F.’s home phone number and luckily he is one of the four people with a copy of my keys.

So, I called F.’s house. No answer. I called again. No answer. I started to panic a bit and asked the conserje if he knew a locksmith. No, he didn’t. God dammnit. Then I tried again. No answer. Tried again. FINALLY, F.’s dad answered. I explained the situation to him, he called F. and found my keys and because he is SUCH a great person, came and dropped them off.

Luckily, F. is much more than an ex-boyfriend. He’s one of my very closest friends and his family is pretty awesome, and luckily they feel the same way about me as I do about them. Honestly, I’m not sure what I’d do without them! They let me stay with them the night after the earthquake and all around have been very kind and helpful to me.

So, I think I’ve learned a few lessons today. One is, of course, to grab my keys when I leave my apartment. Duh. The second is to memorize some more phone numbers, namely those of the people who have my keys!


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