So this happened yesterday and I can feel the guilt and shame running through every vein in my body. I do not need advice and I really know that I should've acted differently, but that ship has sailed.
I live together with my newly met roommate, in an appartment on the 2nd floor. On this floor there are 11 people. We do an internship abroad, and have known each other for 2 weeks now. Everyone has their own set of keys, as we can all lock our own bedroom door. Also, we have this mutual room where we hang out alot. It includes a small kitchen. There are a couple of chairs, 2 desks and 3 times the same couch. There is not much else in this room, which is for the story I guess.
So there I was, sitting in a chair and doing some nerdy homework shit on my laptop. Headphones in, almost done and pretty hungry. I decided that I was done working for today, and started packing up my stuff to bring back to my room. I took my laptop, my headphones, 2 books and put (AT LEAST I THOUGHT) my keys in my pocket. So I go back to the common room and start making a delicious fucking good sandwich. And when I was preparing this sandwich, I was not paying attention to anything that happened around me.
I started eating my delicious sandwich when I noticed that at least 5 persons were searching for something.
"What are you looking for guys?" I ask my fellow students.
"I lost my keys, maybe you stumbled across them?" asks the girl who lost her keys. Her name in this story will be Jane
"Why would I have your keys, Jane? haha!" I answered. A timer started ticking from this moment forward.
5 minutes on the timer. I finish my sandwich. I bring back the cheese, bread, tomatoes and lettuce for the sandwich to my room. I then see my keys on my bed, and I can feel another set of keys in my pocket.
I fucking freeze. My first thought: If I admit my fault and took them "by accident" they might think I stole them. They will think of me as a thief.
Instead of just saying: "Oh sorry I took yours, Jane, I am truly sorry!" I went to my peers. At this point every student was helping her locate her set of keys.
15 minutes on the timer, we were all looking for the keys that were still in my fucking pocket.
You know how your primitive instinct is to either fight, flee or just completely freeze? I just froze. I did not know what to do. And the longer I wait with admitting my fault the fucking more crap came my way. My thoughts were: "FuckfuckfuckwhatdoIdofuckfuckfuck"
20 minutes in I still did not confess my mistake. So they call the owner, me still being completely frozen not sure what the hell my next move will be. And so after 30 minutes the landlord, 2 security guards, the wife of a security guard (how nice of her to help out even though she was not working) and 11 students were looking for ways to help Jane find her keys back.
Meanwhile I'm sweating like a clown, no idea what to do. Do I put them somewhere so anyone else finds them? That would be my move but everywhere I wanted to hide them someone said: "Oh nevermind dude I've searched there already." Every spot imaginable was already checked, because there were almost NO places, due to said lack of furniture.
Do I put it in her room? I started to operate again, was no longer frozen. I thought that placing the keys in her own refrigerator was a pretty good place! But then I thought that I had to place them there first, and someone else finding the keys in the fridge would be the weirdest find in the history of keylosing. Also she would probably develop a schizoprenia disorder due to her other personality putting her keys in her fridge.
And before I could make any move the landlord starts a discussion and "how he needs to keep the place secure". They discuss it and she admits IT IS HER FAULT (meanwhile the Niagara Falls is NOTHING in comparison with my armpits) She is willing to pay for 3 new locks, and another set of keys for everyone else.
Meanwhile we are 45 minutes in if I fucking admit that the keys are burning in my pocket while everyone has been looking is so fucking weird and suspicious. How stupid and weird is that, what a SHIT practical joke right?
We also had plans to go out together for dinner. We had a reservation at a mexican restaurant, which I offered to cancel. It's the least I can do for being such an imbecile right?
So today and now, we simply are beyond the point that I can admit I had the keys, and so Jane is going to pay for 3 new locks and a new set of keys for everyone on our floor. Technician guy will show up in 3 hours. She has to actually pay for something I did, and I still do not know what to do. I'm taking these keys with me into my grave.
TL;DR: I accidentally took Jane her set of keys, causing her to pay for a new lock, new keys for everyone. I also had to cancel a reservation just because I did not want to look like an idiot in front of the group.
Submitted November 08, 2017 at 10:44PM by Do_not_gift_me_gold http://ift.tt/2zsJXSI tifu
No comments:
Post a Comment