The Deadbolt Drama

I was out last night dining on dim sum for dinner with beowabbit in a refurbished Chinatown porn house turned gala grand dining room, when my phone rang and I ignored it without checking the caller. A short time later, beowabbit's phone rang. It was pheromone attempting to track me down -- my roomie vanguardcdk was locked out of our apartment due to the the deadbolt having been mysteriously thrown (the deadbolt which hasn't been used in 5 years, to which CDK doesn't have a key).

By the way, I'm not recounting a dream here. This really happened, porn house and all.

beowabbit and I were only halfway through dinner, and after we finished we headed to the Red Line, distractedly walking several blocks in the wrong direction up Washington Street and having to double back (but it was far from unpleasant!). Luckily the story ended without a locksmith -- vanguardcdk secured entry to the apartment via the downstairs neighbor and the seldom-used back staircase by the time I got home.

As best we can figure out, the painters working on the house most likely came in the unlocked balcony door to use the bathroom or whatnot, and for some unknown reason threw the deadbolt on the front door. Either that or we have poltergeists. There is now gaffers tape over the deadbolt and a note saying "Do Not Lock!"

Oops, Out Of State

Now boys and girls, repeat after plumtreeblossom:

I WILL ALWAYS INSPECT CHECKS BEFORE DEPOSITING TO SEE WHETHER THEY'RE LOCAL, SO I CAN PLAN ACCORDINGLY IF THEY'RE NOT.

In case you haven't guessed, I didn't, and it wasn't. On Tuesday I deposited the $600 freelance writing check, never stopping to wonder if the check might not be local, then went on a merry bill-paying spree, naturally forgetting to ask vanguardcdk if he was able to pay me his half this week or if I should wait and pay bills next week. Not an issue, I thought, my freelance check will clear Thursday and all will be fine. But when it hadn't cleared by this morning, I called my bank. Non-local check. It won't clear until next Tuesday. Someone with a camcorder should come over and tape me and CDK fighting over the last bite of catfood.

Well, I get to relive being 22 again, and will take my sand bucket of change to the CoinStar tonight. Luckily I don't have any real plans this weekend except for visiting with beowabbit on Sunday, so the only thing I need to cancel out on is goth dancing at TT's tonight (sorry, majes! Although come to think of it, I can't remember if I RSVP'd or not.). Feel free to drag me or CDK out for free activities. Or, since I'm revisiting my starving artist years for a few days, maybe I should make some art (literary art). You'll see it if I do.

Check Your Checks!