The Lock In/Lock Out

Imagine coming home to your apartment, sticking the key in the door, and failing to get inside. Now imagine that your brother is already inside the apartment, but he cannot get out. The only thing separating Dan and me last Friday was a thin membrane that most people call a front door, but we were really a world apart. At least I had my assistant with me while sitting in the hallway for 45 minutes while Dan was lounging around inside, reading articles on the internet, watching TV, and playing video games all at the same time.

This is what Dan looked like after the locksmith came.