The cut of the place, even the door. Classically Ireland.
“Fo-” ~ Statements made nanoseconds before a complete meltdown.
Brilliant 🤣🤣🤣🤣
If this were an action movie, an angry motor cycle gang would suddenly drive up as soon as you got locked outdoors.
Don’t make any unnecessary journeys.
It was January, my birthday to be exact. The missus had bought me the new Mario game. I decided fuck it, I’m taking the day off work. I have it all loaded up when the doorbell rings downstairs. I go down, making sure to leave the flat door off the latch. It’s a big catelogue for the neighbours, people always fucking rang our bell when they didn’t answer theirs! But no worries, I took it and closed the front door. As I did, a gust of wind caused our flat door to slam and as I found out when I got back up…knocked the spring in the Chubb enough to lock it.
Stood around for a bit not knowing what to do. My phone was inside, so I couldn’t call herself. I was barefoot and in my pyjamas (indeed the bottoms were hers, Christmas jammy bottoms with gingerbread men and candy canes). I only knew about three phone numbers by heart by that stage and none of them were hers. But as luck would have it, the phone number for the maintenance guy was stuck up on the wall downstairs. Spent the next thirty minutes calling out to people on the street to borrow their phone. It’s amazing how many of them had left them at home that morning! Anyway, eventually one sound lad lent me his phone. I called the maintenance guy. He didn’t have a key to the flat but came around anyway, can’t remember if we tried to ring the landlord or not, but after various attempts and ideas, the only thing for it was for yerman to give me a lift in to the missus’ office, it wasn’t super far away. So off we head. I run barefoot and pyjama’ed across the road to the lobby of the massive multinational she works for and ask if they can get her for me. After a bit of second guessing, they do. I get her keys from her..The lad drops me back. I eventually play some Mario.
There is nothing worse. I remember locking myself out of the gaff (phone inside). Had to walk to the hospital where the housemate worked, go to the lab he was in and ask for keys. All while dressed in what I called at the time “dole attire”. Mortifying.
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The worst 🤣
/r/PerfectlyCutScreams
Rookie mistake.
some dose
🤡
Oof… You live outside now.
Were you… filming the wind?!
The cut of the place, even the door. Classically Ireland.
“Fo-” ~ Statements made nanoseconds before a complete meltdown.
Brilliant 🤣🤣🤣🤣
If this were an action movie, an angry motor cycle gang would suddenly drive up as soon as you got locked outdoors.
Don’t make any unnecessary journeys.
It was January, my birthday to be exact. The missus had bought me the new Mario game. I decided fuck it, I’m taking the day off work. I have it all loaded up when the doorbell rings downstairs. I go down, making sure to leave the flat door off the latch. It’s a big catelogue for the neighbours, people always fucking rang our bell when they didn’t answer theirs! But no worries, I took it and closed the front door. As I did, a gust of wind caused our flat door to slam and as I found out when I got back up…knocked the spring in the Chubb enough to lock it.
Stood around for a bit not knowing what to do. My phone was inside, so I couldn’t call herself. I was barefoot and in my pyjamas (indeed the bottoms were hers, Christmas jammy bottoms with gingerbread men and candy canes). I only knew about three phone numbers by heart by that stage and none of them were hers. But as luck would have it, the phone number for the maintenance guy was stuck up on the wall downstairs. Spent the next thirty minutes calling out to people on the street to borrow their phone. It’s amazing how many of them had left them at home that morning! Anyway, eventually one sound lad lent me his phone. I called the maintenance guy. He didn’t have a key to the flat but came around anyway, can’t remember if we tried to ring the landlord or not, but after various attempts and ideas, the only thing for it was for yerman to give me a lift in to the missus’ office, it wasn’t super far away. So off we head. I run barefoot and pyjama’ed across the road to the lobby of the massive multinational she works for and ask if they can get her for me. After a bit of second guessing, they do. I get her keys from her..The lad drops me back. I eventually play some Mario.
There is nothing worse. I remember locking myself out of the gaff (phone inside). Had to walk to the hospital where the housemate worked, go to the lab he was in and ask for keys. All while dressed in what I called at the time “dole attire”. Mortifying.
Intruder? Yes, intruder window.