proof

for those of you who already know that i am blond in every sense of the word (i have never colored my hair) you don't need to read this entry. for those of you who would like to get a good laugh by reading some proof, read on.
so about a month ago i had a run in with the curb and a lamp post with no other vehicle than our new car. it really only scratched the paint, no real body damage. i just got around to going to a body shop for an estimate, and then called the insurance for their estimate. they sent eddie to look at our car and compare estimates. we agreed eddie would drive to our house and then he would follow me to the ups plant, where the car was currently parked. here's the chronological order of events:
1. eddie pulls up in our driveway and calls me to let me know he is here.
2. i run out of the house, grabbing the cell, the copy of martin's body shop estimate, and my wallet.
3. i go and shake eddie's hand, hand him the copy (patting myself on the back because i am so responsible), and say, "all right, follow me..."
4. i then realize i don't have my keys. in either hand or any pockets.
5. i look at eddie in desperation.
6. i think vickie (our landlord, we rent a section of their house) will have a key i can use to get back inside.
7. there's a note on vickie's garage door to "conway"--"i'm gone, but the garage door is open, get to work!"
8. i think, "maybe the garage door is open to michal, too, not just conway..." alas, it is locked. i can't go inside and try to find the key myself.
9. maybe cindy is home (more renters in another section of the house), i run down and knock on their door. she is home (!), and i beg her to take me on a fieldtrip so eddie can see david's car, parked at the ups plant. she agrees with a smile and we pack up baby alex.
10. eddie follows us to ups, does a photo shoot, prints up his estimate, and cuts us a check.
11. we drive home and vickie is now home.
12. i knock on vickie's door and she immediately knows why i am there (this isn't the first time i've locked myself out). she hands me a few keys to try (they aren't labeled and we can never remember which one is for our apartment because they all look alike).
13. simultaneously: vickie's phone rings and she answers it; i remember i didn't lock their side of the laundry room, i think i can cut through to our apartment quicker through there. i mouth to her what i'm going to do and she nods in understanding. explanation: we rent an upstairs portion of the house (see apt #3); our side of the house connects to their side of the house through the walkway laundry room. there are 4 slide locks, two on each door, one on the laundry room side, and one on the house side.
14. i run upstairs and, to my relief, their side of the laundry room opens.
15. i step into the laundry room and close the door behind me. i didn't bother to turn the light on because i figured in two steps i'll be home anyway.
16. i take two steps to our laundry room door. the handle turns and i push. the door does not open. i may not have locked their sliding lock, but our sliding lock was locked on our house side.
17. i went back to their door to just go back down through vickie's house. while their sliding lock was unlocked, their handle was locked.
18. i was stuck in a 5'x7' area in the dark.
19. first item of business: find the light switch.