I am not locked in, or out - just locked... Somehow left my keys in a place - I'm not sure where-that is probably locked by some other keys in a building I now can't get out of, as my keys are the ones that lock this place up. Now if I was an existentialist, this may give me cause for worry... However, it gives me time to think as I may well be here for the night... Rescue is coming, possibly, but if not rescue, then arrival of girlfriend with possible set of keys will cause much grief as on the missing set of keys, is the house key and more importantly the car key, which holds, in its magical grooves and dents, the means to actually getting to the house I am currently locked out of and the bed and meal I feel I deserve/need.
This event, though reaching me at the end of the day, pretty much sums up the whole, really.
Whatever happened to open doors?
