In which I am a bitched out by some punk-ass resident

[xmatt]

Actual message left on my voicemail this evening while I was out of my room for a moment:

I locked myself out of my FUCKING room and the person that's supposed to open the [unintelligible] door is not answering his FUCKING phone. [emphasis very much hers

Comments

[curiouscliche]

I'd be tempted to remember their name and possibly fuck with them at an opportune time (such as a future time they call you for a lock-out).

[xmatt]

The ironic part was that they didn't leave their name... so there was nothing I could do to alleviate their being-locked-out situation.

[molofan]

if she's anything like me, she's just raging pissed because it costs $10 to get back into your fucking room because that system is awful. And the RAs are a people who have to do it.