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The woman I helped move to an assisted living apartment (3 meals provided, cleaning done) forgot her insulin in the move. Actually, we all forgot it. 

OK, armed with the keys to her house and a list of other things she needs from there after a long day of moving I go pick them up and do some shopping for her. 

Come back. 

Go through gate and to her back door that enters into the hall of the apartments. It is locked. She has a heart condition and I have her walker with me with the box of goodies on it. I walk around to her patio door to her 1st floor apt. I knock and call her name several times. 

"Clare is that you?". 

"Yes!. Open your patio door." 

Nothing. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

"Open the patio door. It's me! I can't get in the other door" 

Nothing.

Go back around. Call her cell. Takes five tries before she answers. "I am at the back door trying to get your stuff in. It is locked. I can come around to your patio door and you can let me in and I can open the door from the inside" I explain several times but she cannot get the difference between her patio door (next to where she is sitting) and her back door to the apartments that she cannot get to. 

"Go through the front." Very inconvenient but whatever it will take to complete this and get the insulin inside.Rather than repack my car, I leave the walker and box by the back door.

"OK" I go to the front. It is locked and no one is there. I pound on the door. 

Nothing. 

Go back to other door. Now the gate is locked and I cannot get to the insulin and other items I left by the back door. 

Call again. "I cannot get in and you insulin is outside and it is too warm to leave it" 

"Well take it home and put it in your fridge." 

"I can't. I can't get to it." (Would that that was all. We went round and round on this several times.)

OK. Now neighbor Lady A comes to the balcony."What's wrong?" With my friend still on the phone I explain. 

"OK. Let me see what I can do." She disappears into her apt. 

"Thank you!"

Now Lady B comes out from the apt below. "What's going on?" I explain. 

"OK. I can see it there by the door. I do not have a key to the gate, but I have one to the back door." 

"Can you wheel that to apt 111 three doors in?" 

"Yes." Yay!

All this time I am still on the phone with my friend.

Lady B disappears into apt to get key. Lady A appears at balcony. 

"I called the front and you can go there and someone will open the door." 

"Great. Thank you so much. I appreciate it." I have no intention (still on phone with my lady) of explaining. Lady A disappears into apt.

Lady B comes out, goes across, opens door and wheels walker and box in. I am explaining what is happening to my friend. She refuses to open the door because she is afraid. Excellent. 

Lady B comes out and says she would not open the door. 

"OK. Thanks for doing that. I appreciate it."

Lady A yells from her apt: "You need to go to the front!"

"OK! Thanks!"

Lady B is looking down the hall. I have told my friend that her stuff is out there. She opens the door and retrieves it. I explain which bag the insulin is in. I profusely thank Lady B. 

My friend says "Why did you bring the wreaths?"

"Because at dinner when we asked if you wanted the wreaths you said yes."

"Not now. I am trying to sell my house. It needs to look pretty."

OK. Wonderful. Perfect. Fine. LOL. Not much I can do about it now. It is now 8:30. We started at 9:30. I am toasted.

Lady A yells, "You shoulda gone to the front!"

And that, my friends, is why I ended up in a bar drinking alone. 

OK. Not really. Went to Pechanga (Indian casino) to see fireworks and had the beer to kill time until the traffic cleared out (just 1) but it sure helped!