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TIFU by accidentally locking myself out of my apartment while I was in the shower.

So, this morning started off pretty normally. I woke up late, quickly hopped into the shower, and was just enjoying some peace and quiet. I didn’t want to be late for work, so I rushed through my shower and planned to head out as soon as possible.

When I got out of the shower, I grabbed a towel, but in my haste, I forgot to grab my keys. I figured I’d just run to the door, grab them, and head out—except, I had accidentally locked myself out while I was in the shower.

Now, I’m standing there, in nothing but a towel, and I realize that my phone is also inside. I can’t even call a locksmith. The worst part? My roommate was at work, and I had no way to reach him.

After about 20 minutes of trying to figure out what to do (while freezing cold), I tried to climb out of a window, but naturally, I got stuck halfway. In the end, I had to wait until my roommate came back to rescue me from the outside of the apartment.

I ended up being late for work… and got a great laugh at my own expense from my coworkers when I told them the story.

TL;DR: Locked myself out of my apartment while in the shower, had to wait outside in a towel for my roommate to rescue me, and ended up late for work.

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