TYPICAL ME. I got trapped in my apartment on Sunday. Yup. Stuck in there futilely pulling on the doorknob, completely in the dark as to what had gone wrong. Shamed said that if he knew anyone this would happen to, it would be me; I had a hard time seeing the humor in it all, because I was, you know, stuck in my apartment with no estimate on how soon I’d get out. But eventually the very helpful maintenance people came along, and explained that the humidity had not only swollen the wood of the door but also warped the lock. It’s fine now–just needed a really, really strong shove and some futzing around. The only thing that could possibly have made this more typical of me: if it had been, somehow, my fault.