i went downstairs to get breakfast and dwaddled a little about it and when i came upstairs the handle of the apartment door wouldn't budge. my roommate had gone out and unlike me she is most fastidious about locking doors. lockout rescues cost $50, i thought with great dismay, and then i realised that i hadn't a phone to call them with, nor did i know the property management number. no keys, no phone, only a coat buttoned over a slip, didn't even have my glasses on, and class in an hour. i had to go knocking on doors, trying to find someone who was in, and found only a mother who was here to visit her daughter but could not get reception on her phone. it was only till i reached the third floor that by luck i ran into a property management official who had come in to do some maintenance work and he was willing to let me in. from now on i fear i shall have to find a flowerpot or loose brick to keep a spare key under.