Well tonight, what I thought was going to happen on my way to work, happened at a much better time... When I was taking the cat crap out to the garbage. It wouldn't open. I had to call my land-lady Diane and tell her, "Hi Diane, it's Rachael. I am locked in my apartment." I'm sure she already thinks I'm crazy and this solidifies it! But I explained the handle broke and I couldn't get out.
She called GEORGE to the rescure. George is my building, the building next to mine, and the house next to that handy man. He's probably in his early 50's but he looks about 72. He's Awesome. He can be found smokin' a doobie in the summer, while washing his motorcycle, with "Lady in Red" by Simply Red; or "Jesse's Girl" by Rick Springfield BLARING so loud it will wake you up on a hung-over Saturday morning.
George also is the "squirrel-catcher" - his house is the third mentioned above. It has some roofing issues and squirrels like to also make it their home. Because they're not paying rent George spends his summer days setting live traps in the parking lot outside my windows. He catches them, places the traps on the top of his van and drives them to the South Side. A many-a Eastside Squirrel is now a resident of Southshore Beach.
Back to the story - in order to open the door, George took his Pick'n Save card to pop the lock open. He burst in and said, "This is why you always dead bolt it. Ha ha ha ha." Yep - he showed me how to properly break into a domicile. Then he took his "10 in One" screw-driver tool and went wild. He highly recommends this too which is actually a 12-in-one tool. You can get one at Brady Street Hardware.
SO - George to the rescue! Who needs a boyfriend anyway...