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December 11, 2005
It Smells Funny Down Here
"Hey, Chaz. Are you far from home right now?"
I didn't want to be calling Chaz. He was on his first date since I moved in three months ago. The last time I had seen them, they had been on the couch, but they didn't seem to be home anymore. I thought maybe they had gone back to her house, forty minutes away.
Anyway, I felt bad about this. But there was nothing else to be done. The situation could not be left as it was.
"No, I'm just at the bar on the corner. What's up?"
"Is there any way you can you run back to the house for a minute? I hate to drag you back, but ..."
The pause is less for dramatic effect than because it's hard to say something so ridiculous.
"... I'm locked in the basement."
Chaz laughed pretty hard. He laughed like a man who is drunk, and who has heard something that would have been pretty funny even sober.
"Yeah, I'll be right there."
It's pretty hard to get locked in our basement. The lock is one of those sliding kinds, like a bathroom stall. So you can't just forget the door is locked and let it close behind you on accident. No, first you have to get locked out of the house. It helps if you've already done this several times, so that you think nothing of climbing in the basement windows. Most importantly, though, you have to do so on a night when the landlord was over during the day, because that's the only way anyone is ever going to have locked the door to the basement.
Fortunately, Chaz had better places to be, and didn't ask a lot of questions.
Posted by todd at December 11, 2005 12:05 AM
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