About 4AM, I need a piss.
So, I get out of bed, check my room key is around my neck on its chain, and head downstairs to the communal toilet. I then take a much-needed piss and head home.
I exit through the front door and walk across the grass which seperates my friend's house from the identical student house I live in.
When I get there I put my key in the door and turn, no, actually, I try to turn. "Shit!", I grumble, as panic rises, "What's going on?!".
I try my key again, to no avail. I'm now starting to feel the cold autumn air against my skin, then I remember I'm only wearing my boxer shorts.
A moment of sheer panic when I wonder how the hell I'm going to get back in my room without the whole student village seeing me in my cruddy old boxers.
Then, like a dying but not-quite-dead animal my brain stirs a little and I think to myself "You fuckwit! You're standing outside the wrong house, that's why the keys don't work.".
I ran as quickly and silently as I could back across the grass to my house, unlocked the door, walked as swiftly as I could to my room and curled up to sleep.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Wed 27 Jul 2011, 18:05, Reply)