Morning. *Yawns*
I was asleep on the couch when Mr LM's taxi arrived at midnight.
I jumped up to help him to the curb (1 large duffle bag, 1 large packpack, laptop case, camera case and... a HUGE BBQ box on a dolly.)
He got in the taxi with the stuff.
I was left standing on the curb, dazed and confused with a dolly and no house keys.
In jeans and a t-shirt.
Stood around dazed and confused until a neighbour drove home, and high-tailed it into the underground parking after her car.
Asked her very politely if she would open the door to the elevator lobby for me, seeing as I was wheeling a dolly.
She said, "How do I know who you are?"
I sighed, and replied that I was Lil Me, the Strata Council Preseident who lives in unit XYZ of the complex.
I was carrying a big ring of keys that has access to every service room in the complex, but not the front door...apparently.
So...coffee for breakfast.