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The scene: 7:27 a.m., my house.
Amy is scurrying around her living room, opening blinds, grabbing work-appropriate footwear (not walking shoes), umbrella, cell phone, and lip balm. She looks at the clock and notes that the bus should arrive in approximately one minute. She opens the front door to check if she needs a jacket. The air is refreshing and crisp, but not too cool. She grabs the handles of her purse, twists the lock on the inside of the door handle, and dashes out pulling the door shut behind her. As soon as the latch clicks in place she remembers that she never grabbed the housekeys off the counter. She looks up to see the Hyde Park bus barelling towards her so she runs to the curb waving her arm above her head. The bus stops, she boards, and heads off to work.
The ending of this story? When I arrive home in what will probably be a downpour, I get to figure out how to break into my apartment. Wish me luck!
Update, 5:23 p.m.
Operation break into Amy's house was a smashing success, even while on the phone with Ladyface the whole time!
