What the hell was I thinking? Yeah I wasnt well-aware that I took the wrong set of keys as I wanted to get out of my house this morning. By the time I noticed it, it was too late already. Darn it. The consequence? Served me rite. Azalea and me were locked in our own house. We're trapped in between the door and and the grill. That surely was a record breaking moment that should be photographed and pasted on the door so that Ill always remember that not-so-funny and infamous event of my life. I lost 30 mins of my life doing nothing but waiting, lamenting, yelling and SOBBING of cos.
Then...along came my saviours.
Two lady janitors. They helped me out by looking for somebody who could really function in that situation on my behalf. In a jiffy, my neighbors, who live at a level below appeared with a hammer and a damp cloth. The husband taught me to strike the doorknob as hard as I could. After a few attempts, alhamdulillah it finally opened.
The aftermath?
1. I learned my lesson, obviously!
2. To be triple extra careful next time.
Surely, my god-sent heroes deserve all the good things in the world and the hereafter. May Allah bless you guys and deep down inside my humble heart I thank you all. Your help means the whole world to me!
