this morning i woke up about 6:30. mike was already at the gym and due back soon and i like to get out of bed before he gets back. i head downstairs to get the sheets and towels i left in the dryer overnight. about 7 minutes later, i pull two heaping baskets of laundry out of the elevator one at a time and set them in front of the door. the washington post is gone, mike must be home. i go to open the door and it’s locked. ugh! i knock lightly on the door for a bit. no answer. he probably can’t hear me, must be in the shower, and i don’t want to knock much louder and disturb the neighbors. though trust me, i wanted to bang my fist against the door until mike answered. but i realize that this can be a source of frustration and anger or a funny anecdote that we can share a laugh over. i’ll choose the laugh. so i start to fold the laundry, giving a light tap on the door every two towels or so. no answer. i continue to fold the laundry in the hot, humid hallway. i hear the ironing board open inside (mike irons his clothes every morning) and know that he’s definitely inside and out of the shower. he still doesn’t hear me knock. i’m just laughing to myself. the laundry is folded nicely in the two baskets, ready to be put away. and i’m still in the hall. i decide to sit down. if i continue to stand and pace and look around, i will get annoyed. so i sit down and relax. i see the neighbor’s newspaper and consider picking it up to read but don’t. i figure that worse come to worse, mike will see me when he leaves for work at 7:15. then i hear silverware clanking inside the apartment. i imagine mike making an egg sandwich and sitting down with the paper in front of the tv. then i realize that since we moved, mike doesn’t leave til 7:45! and then i realize that if i can hear the ironing board and the silverware drawer from out here, he must be able to hear me knock. so i knock again. the door opens and i look up at mike in the doorway. he looks down at me and says, in all seriousness, “what are you doing, lover?”
we share a laugh over the fact that he locked me out and i’d been sitting in the hallway for about 20 minutes. and i’m glad that i chose to see this as a lighthearted mishap and not an infuriating oversight.