Saturday night.
I’m in the church with the One I love…

Preparing to go to Laci’s to have an philosophical discussion AKA drinkin’ beer.

Problem: lost the key to my place. Second time in two weeks

Called my landlord, who for some reason has the copy of the key to the appartment,
but I keep ignoring the fact that she’s using it to come in when I’m not there,
simply because I don’t anything illegal or personal, for that matter, in there.
Worst things that she can find are few cigarillos or maybe a bottle of beer.
But I’m a decent guy, no mescaline or porn :0)

Conversation over the phone with the landlord:

Me:Hi, it’s Andrej
Landlord: Hi Andrej, how can I help you?
Me: Well, I lost the key, again(laughing)…
Landlord: Yes, and…?
Me thinking: (?!)
Me: Well, I would need a copy, again…
Landlord: OK, my husband will bring it to you in 20 minutes.

Calling Laci around 20:00.

Me:Hi, Laci, I have a problem
Laci: (nervous)You said you’ll be here around 19:00.
Me: Well, yeah, but I have a problem, I lost the key, again…
Laci: Huh, you can’t be that big of a moron!?
Me thinking:Well, I guess I can…
Me: Well, I lost it…
(…)
Landlord’s husband brings the key.
It’s around 22:00.

Going home.

How big of a moron can I be?

The key was in the door.