Lindsay didn't realize the enormity of her mistake until she heard the click of the lock engaging as her dorm room door closed behind her. She was still wearing only a towel, and had nothing else but a lipstick -- no key, no ID, no money. After the standard 15 seconds spent in futile efforts to open her bedroom door, and the requisite pleading looks up and down the hall as if looking pathetic would magically summon the janitor with the passkey, Lindsay resigned herself to the long walk downstairs to the lobby to ask to be let into her room. At least nobody else was around -- unlike her, they'd all made it to their morning classes on time -- so Lindsay's agony was private.
Sun Dec 3 16:58:39 2000