Sometimes you start to leave your house for softball. Somtimes you remember when you get outside that part of your pitchers toe needs to be cut off your cleat. So you grab your keys and the cleat and head back inside to find scissors. Sometimes you head back out, locking doors behind you, only to get to the car and realize that your keys are on the kitchen counter and the last of the landlord's family has just driven away. That is when you love that you have friends like Dan who will come and pick you up for baseball and that its the first night since June that your other roommate is in town and that she's expected to make an appearance at the ball game. Which she did and she drove me home and let me inside our apartment.
Its a good thing that God allows idiots to have friends!