So Brad has been needing a desk for when he starts grad school, and I found one on the employee "trading post" at work. We went to go buy it from the guy yesterday and brought it back in Brad's truck. I was dreading getting it up our narrow staircase, but since we don't have any big strong guy friends up here, it was going to be a necessary evil.
So we got back home, went upstairs to clear out a path for the beastly desk, and came back out to get it from the truck. Got it to the front door (I was already struggling) and...realized I had locked us out (didn't turn the doorknob lock out, and the keys were inside!) So there we were, a huge desk waiting outside of our apartment, 7 pm so the front office was closed. And I didn't have the "after-hours" number on me...that was inside, too...
I had met our downstairs-neighbor, Kim, one time in passing. She had seemed really nice, so I hoped she would be willing to help us out! Knocked on the door and asked if they had the paperwork with the after-hours phone number on it. Turns out her husband, Matt, has been at this complex for 6 years. So he didn't know where the paperwork was, but I guess he had some phone numbers saved...came back out and told us someone was on their way! He called 4 different phone numbers for us, till he got a guy who was actually in the complex at the pool. That guy came straightaway, I was thinking about how we would pay the $50 unlocking fee, and the guy said "technically I'm supposed to charge you 50 bucks for this, but eh, here you go." What a relief.
Then it got more awesome because Matt offered to help Brad get the desk upstairs. Yesss. They got it up there with (I think) not too much difficulty, while I chatted with Kim a little more. I will be paying them soon in baked goods!
So, a dreadful moment (locking ourselves out) turned into a happy accident...we got to meet the neighbors and talk with them a little more, and I didn't have to attempt to lift a behemoth desk!
Kim and Matt seem really nice...we're happy to have good neighbors :)
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