Oh, the irony… The morning after I got locked out, I didn’t go straight to work. No, I went back to my apartment to change. Not because I was feeling gross and unclean. Though that was true, I could have tolerated it. Instead I wanted to change so no one would know I was wearing the same clothes that I wore the day before, thus requiring me to explain that I’d been locked out. Yes, I wanted to cover up the fact that I traversed the entire Washington metropolitan area in search of a place to sleep, due to my own stupidity. But then what do I do? I post it online. Thank you to the five people who’ve told me they enjoyed hearing of my ridiculousness.