I know I can get back in the house as a window is open. The only problem is that I'm on the 1st floor. This morning I can't get hold of my landlord so I go to my apartments anyway to see if the maintanance guy comes so I can borrow a ladder from him. No show. Then somebody shows up in a truck with 2 ladders on top. Yay! I cry, and give chase.
Me: "I'm locked out of my apartment, can I borrow you ladder to get in?"
Me: "It's just round the corner" *points*
Him: "If you fall I would be liable"
Me: "Thank you very fucking much. When they are giving out good samaritan awards I'll be sure to mention your name"
I walked to the payphone and called Tony who came to my rescue with a ladder. It was a little short, and rickety, and on muddy ground but he made it through my window to save the day.
I took my lock apart and put it back together and it seems to work. I'm just not sure how much trust it now...