Forget your keys

Amaya’s post made me remember one of the most stupid, boring, frustrating days of my existence. Yours, at least, doesn’t sound that bad. About two years ago, one Saturday morning, the Debianmexico crowd scheduled its first meeting - 10AM, some 20 minutes away from my home. As the only DD in Mexico, it was my task to prepare the material for the meeting. What was I talking about? A simple introduction on making .debs. By then, we were renting the lower half of a small house in San Pedro de los Pinos. The house split was strange: We entered through the street door to a very little garden (about 4 square meters) and a little room (about 5 square meters); to the right there were the stairs to our neighbors’ half, to the left there was our apartment door. About 8:30, Nadezhda left - I don’t remember what she went to, some course about something… But at about 8:45 the doorbell rang - I thought it was her, forgetting something. I put on my pants and went to open the door. Just after I closed my apartment door, I realized the keys were on the table. And the person outside was not Nadezhda. It was just someone passing by. Well, to make things short, I was stuck. I managed to open the house’s window, but there were security bars, and I could not get in. My keys were four meters away from my hands. I was shoeless, moneyless… A neighbor kindly tried to help, but with no luck. Darn… I would have easily traded my five cats for a single chimpanzee able to understand and give me the keys. I was late for my talk - no, wait, I didn’t get there at all. And I told Nadezhda we’d meet at her office - She was waiting for me there until she got pissed. Around 18:00 she got home. I spent one of the most stupid, worthless days of my life waiting for her to appear, waiting for my cats to give me the keys.