behind the green...

so, we have a new door.

we found out about it after it had already been replaced.

though i'm terribly keen on the notion of a new door (though i will mis sthe building-shaking rumble that the old, misaligned one sent through the building whenever you shut it), i think i would have liked a bit of advance warning.

like, maybe a few hours.

or a day, so we could have arranged for one of us to be home and pick up the key during business hours. and maybe get a second one made. seeing as how there's two of us.

oh, that's right. key. singular. not keys, key. they gave us one key, knowing that there are two of us living there, and that we both get home well after business hours.

does that seem absurd to anyone else?

i mean, if you knew two people lived in an apartment, and you STOLE THEIR DOOR, wouldn't you at least have compensated them by giving them two keys?

as it stands, i am sad, weeping and locked out until roommate comes home, hopefully triumphant with freshly-cut duplicate in hand.

well, not really, because i'm going to see these guys tonight. but it would have made me terribly happy to go home and maybe change. "freshen up," as it were.

ah well.

so, yes. new door.

all things considered, i think i would have rather had a mailbox.

as you see, i am not being hyperbolic when i say i inhabit a logic-free zone.