You know it's been a rough night when....
The NEXT MORNING, you get into your apartment building and try to get into your suite, when you find the key won't fit. You get all pissed off, and start jiggling the handle and jamming the key in, but to no avail. You then look up, and realize that somebody has "changed" the number on your door from 304 to 305. You wonder why somebody would do this, and it makes you even angrier. Then, as if the circuit to your brain suddenly gets electricity again, you realize you came in on the opposite side of the building, and your apartment is across the hall from where you are now. SHIT. At least no one was home in 305.
The NEXT MORNING, you get into your apartment building and try to get into your suite, when you find the key won't fit. You get all pissed off, and start jiggling the handle and jamming the key in, but to no avail. You then look up, and realize that somebody has "changed" the number on your door from 304 to 305. You wonder why somebody would do this, and it makes you even angrier. Then, as if the circuit to your brain suddenly gets electricity again, you realize you came in on the opposite side of the building, and your apartment is across the hall from where you are now. SHIT. At least no one was home in 305.
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