Los Angeles, North America, United States

Locked Out

July 7, 2010
This Dude Was Probably Locked Out by His Wife.

Last night was the final night of my super fun vacation in Los Angeles. After a really long day that involved quite an adventure in Tijuana, Mexico, I returned to my hotel tired and hungry.

Once settled into my room, I threw on a hotel robe, and ordered a salad and a glass of champagne from room service. After the day I had, I needed a drink! Also, I wanted to come full circle. I had started off my vacation with a glass and was determined to end it the exact same way. 🙂

After finishing my drink and meal, I was ready to go to bed. With that in mind, I picked up the room service tray, opened the door, and placed it in the hallway for pick-up by hotel staff.  Trying to keep a foot in the door as I put the tray down, I slipped, and the door shut firmly behind me, leaving me locked out! Eeek.

I immediately started laughing and was thankful that I the robe on and was fully covered. It could have been MUCH MUCH worse.  However, I had no slippers on and had to make my way barefoot down the hallway a la James Bond style hoping no one would see me.

Luckily, I found a phone by the elevator. What an embarrassing call to make! When the front desk answered the phone, I said “Ummmm hi. I just got locked out of my hotel room. Can you send someone up to help me”? The man who answered asked what happened, laughed when I told him the story, and sent security right away.

The man from Security came within 5 minutes and also got a good laugh out of my predicament.

I have no excuse except that I was tired and had a bizarre day. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t high. I just didn’t think things through very well. Further to this, I am apparently extremely clumsy and without ability to perform sophisticated maneuvers such as opening doors and putting trays on floors, while using my foot as a door opener.

Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. *Insert sheepish grin here.* When I lived in my very first basement apartment,  I locked myself out while wearing a pink robe that looked something like this:

Robe Approved by Mormons

Robe Approved by Mormons

It was early morning and my landlords were at work. It looked like I would be locked out for the whole day and in a ghastly outfit no less! Upon further investigation, it turned out that I had left one the basement windows open and I was able to slip into the house like a bandit.

There you have it! Another entertaining moment in my life. =D

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