Close, But ...

So my flight landed in TPE some twenty minutes late, at 3:23pm. My aunt and uncle were ultra-kind enough to pick me up and drive me home, so it was about 6pm when I arrived at my apartment complex. I went downstairs to the mailbox to open it up and fetch my keys so I could go inside, but ...

No keys inside.

My brother and sister were supposed to leave the keys (my copy) I lent them in my mailbox so that I could use the mailbox key to retrieve and get home upon my arrival. Turns out, they delivered my keys to someone else's apartment -- my neighbour's, who wasn't home. This kind of thing is not supposed to happen amongst intelligent MEng graduates.

I sat in the lobby cursing them (all of the above) until 6:30pm, went out for some food and came back, and continued the cursing. (Unfortunately, my own little voodoo doll was in my luggage, and I didn't feel like digging it up.) I waited for another hour and a half before, at nearly 9pm, I got so irritated and pissy that I went down to the mailboxes and peered into the mailbox (8-2) that my brother put the keys in.

There is absolutely nothing worse than coming home from vacation and not being able to come home.

Turns out, it was still there; they hadn't opened that box up. (The neighbour is some city official, who knocked out three units on the floor -- 8-1, 8-2, 8-3 -- so they probably had all their mail at 8-1 and didn't need to check 8-2.) I looked around, bent the door open as much as I could, and fetched the keys out of the mailbox through the drop slot with a bent chopstick.

Just before 9pm, I was finally able to get into my apartment and get a break. Still livid.