Locked out, in my PJ's, in New York. Embarassing #136

I remember back when I was in school we used to have this award called 'Richard of the Week', basically it was a giant clay penis that got given to the person who did the dumbest thing each week. I don't remember the things I did but I know I received the honor of being 'Richard' too many times. Last week I lived up to the legacy I thought I had left behind.

This accurately explains what happened to me.

Let me take you back a week ago...
I woke up that morning with the intention of doing some serious cleaning. I thought I'd start with my washing- the first logical step when any woman sets out on a cleaning conquest. Fortunately, my apartment building has laundry facilities in the basement. I set out with my giant purple laundry sack, that makes me look like a gender confused Santa, on a journey to the rapist dungeon aka the basement (we're on the top floor). Just as I push the start button on the washing machine I get the sudden urge to violently bash my head against the wall- I've forgotten my keys. And just because I'm so thrilled with the idea of laundry in the building I don't bother to change out of my pyjamas. And might I also add that I didn't bring my phone because there's no reception in the basement. And my roommates are all out.