Oh my goodness! I just experienced the worst night ever! I made an absolutely foolish mistake, and it’s a lesson learned the hard way. At 6:15 pm today, I was in the middle of cleaning my apartment and decided to take out the trash. I was already a bit on edge from the cleaning, and the moment I stepped outside, things took a disastrous turn. I left my darn key in the lock from the inside. What the heck! I didn’t have my phone or any money on me, and I was panicking like you wouldn’t believe. I was desperately trying to figure out what to do!

So, I embarked on a 30-minute walk to Gosia’s house, not dressed properly because I was wearing my stay-at-home/sleepwear. Luckily, I had my jacket on. When I arrived at Gosia’s place, I was completely exhausted, shaking, and in full panic mode. I asked her if I could use her phone and called a relative who happened to have a spare key to my apartment. They brought the spare key to me half an hour later when I returned to my apartment.

But the ordeal didn’t end there. Oh no, it didn’t. I attempted to open my door with the spare key, and it didn’t work. Nope, it didn’t. Why? Because the key was still inside the lock from the inside. Gosh, I wanted to scream! By then, it was already 7:30 pm. Gosia gave me some money for the tram, and I took the train to Rotterdam, all the while stressing out about how I’d get back inside. I was really on the verge of tears; it was a nightmare. I found some numbers online for a locksmith, and I was driven back to my apartment by car. By that time, it was already 9:30 pm. I called the locksmith, and we had to wait for him. He arrived around 10:00 pm and used nothing but a piece of cardboard to finally open the door. I mean, seriously, what the heck! It was late, and there was a lot of banging to get the door open. It cost me a pretty penny, but hey, within half an hour, I was back inside my apartment!

So, I finally had some time to relax and calm myself down, and then, the doorbell rang at 10:45 pm. I was puzzled, who could that be at this hour? I peered through the peephole and saw a rather handsome guy standing at my door. I thought, “Hmm, who’s this?” I opened the door, and there he was, a policeman with another officer behind him. They had received a call about a potential break-in at my place and wanted to check if everything was okay. So, I allowed them inside and explained the situation, that I had locked myself out with the key still in the lock from the inside. They checked my living room, bathroom, and bedroom, wished me a good evening, and left. It’s a shame they were both good-looking officers, but it was definitely a good thing someone called them, just in case there was an actual break-in. I would have appreciated someone looking out for me.

Anyway, I’m back in my apartment, and I’ve certainly learned my lesson. Seriously, I was panicking like crazy, with no money and no phone. All the lights were still on, and the heat was cranked up.

The nightmare is finally over, and I definitely need a drink, so I’m going to pour myself a Martini and unwind. I was seriously stressed out the entire evening.