Monday we arrived back to Munich from our weekend in Chicago and I must say I was completely worthless. Usually, I will do the grocery shopping, unpacking and laundry all before sitting down but this time I barely unpacked Brad and I before falling fast asleep…it was probably because I got a total of sixteen hours of sleep while I was in Chicago, but oh well. However, all the stores were closed today and I did go shopping the day before we left to ensure that we would have food for dinner. I did feel awful as Brad was doing most of the house work and getting ready for work, so when I was half asleep I told him not to bring our suitcases down to the storage room as I would do it tomorrow.
Fast forward to Tuesday morning and after sleeping in until 11 AM (which I have never done), I decided it was time to get up and organize our lives. Therefore, around 11:15 AM I put on my ugg boots and a track jacket over my tank top and running shorts, grabbed our suitcases, keys to the flat and headed down to the storage room. After unlocking the door and placing our luggage safely in the corner, I go to leave and lock up. Now in order to lock it, I must first remove the key, close the door and then re-insert the key. As I go to remove the key, I realize that it is not coming out as easily as it usually does, but before I start freaking out, I try turning it in slowly in all directions, but after probably twenty-minutes I start getting really nervous that this is not going to come out. Now this would not be a big problem, if the key is stuck in the door I would not be able to get back in our flat. So after another twenty minutes of trying I decided to prop the main door open with one of boxes and go upstairs to the restaurant to see if they had tools to take the lock apart or could help me remove the key or a computer I could use to email Brad. Unfortunately, the answer to all three of my questions were no and as I walked back into our building I began to get a little worried. Of course, I didn’t have my phone with me, and even if I did, I have not yet managed to memorize Brads cell phone number. I was starting to freak out a little, but instead of having a meltdown, I knew I had to find something with Brad’s number on it. First I went to the mailbox, hoping something with his cell phone number would be in there, but unfortunately it was only junk mail. Then I headed downstairs to see if one of our deliveries had his number, but most of the splits had been removed and those that were there had my cell phone number. On the verge of tears, I try the key again for about five minutes, but still no luck. Then I look down at our blue bag’s luggage tag and a light bulb went off in my head. Thank goodness we recently updated our tags with Brad’s newest business cards and all I could think is we are back in business!
I race upstairs and ask the waiter if I could use the phone (he probably thinks I am crazy and wonders why I did not do this over an hour and half ago)…he dials Brad’s number for me, but all I get is a several rings and then his voicemail. I do hit redial in case Brad was not answering because of the number, but still nothing and I decide to leave a message. I give the phone back and then head back to the storage room. After waiting for twenty minutes or so, I try to call Brad again, but still nothing. This probably went on for at least three more times and I felt bad sitting in the restaurant, so I would go back to the basement everytime. I mean I was trying everything…I even went up to our flat to see if there was an extra key under the mat that we did not know about or secretly hoping that I did not close the door all the way (even if it meant we had been robbed). No such luck and headed downstairs once more. I then decided that this would be the last time I tried to phone Brad and if he did not answer then I would walk to Allianz and pray that the receptionist would recognize me and be able to find Brad. Luckily, it did not come to this as Brad finally answered his phone. YEAH!!!! After telling Brad the series of events that made up my day, I told him I would run to Allianz to get the key. But after telling him what I had on, he decided to get into a cab and come rescue me.
After a little more waiting, Brad showed up and I was finally saved!
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