So I says to the guy, I says, 'If you leave the house in the next two minutes, don't lock me out. I'm just running upstairs and I haven't got my keys.'
'Hrablweg?' he says, through a mouthful of toothpaste.
'I said, I'm leaving for a minute, don't lock me out. I'm just going upstairs.'
Hwwwwwwack-pat! 'Sorry, what?'
'I'm running upstairs to bring them a book. I'll only be gone a minute. If you leave while I'm gone, don't lock me out.'
I run upstairs. I drop off the book that my book club is passing around because we're all too scattered to buy our own copy. I run downstairs just in time to wave goodbye to Joel as he drives away.
Having locked me out.