Today I stayed late at work and rushed home to unpack my laundry from the weekend, eat dinner, and get ready for dodgeball (yes, I'm still playing). I had my keys in my pocket like I always do. When the elevator arrived, I bent over to pick up my laundry basket, and my keys just dropped right out of my pocket. It took about 5 or so seconds before I head the plunk of them landing into the abyss below. They fell in between the crack of the elevator. I couldn't believe it, what timing! Now I was sitting there with my laundry basket and locked out of my apartment. Great. But at least I had my cell phone.
This happened to Christine a couple months ago back at the Maple building. I'm so glad I heard about this happening to someone before so I didn't completely freak out. I knew they could be retrieved. Now I have to wait until tomorrow for the elevator company to come out here and fish out my keys. I guess this was a sign that I need to slow down and take it easy tonight, so that is exactly what I'm doing. So much for dodgeball and my evening workout!
