HIS: Like the GF mentioned, we’ve been on the road for quite some time. First it was SF (hilarious story ensues), then it was Orange County (getting up @ 5AM to go to work after a night of wedding toasts and shots, not recommended), with the last being across the country to participate in one of my best friend’s wedding in Williamsburg VA (Congrats again Matt & Sarah). All the while, we ate, we drank, and scaled a few buildings here and there in between. WTF you ask? Well let me explain.
In SF, we had the luxury of staying in my roommate’s GF’s place in the marina. It was one of those beautiful 3 1/2 story row-homes/duplexes that you see all over the city. The best feature of this place was that it had an amazing rooftop view of the city and the golden gate bridge. And being the romantics that we are, we gladly took up the view with a few bruskis immediately upon our arrival.
Well, there was just this o-n-e little problem, (did you guess it yet?), the roof access door can only be opened from the inside, in other words, YEP, WE LOCKED OURSELVES OUT ON THE ROOF.
As first, the situation didn’t seem so daunting to us, or me at least. First thought, Jump. Well, that was quickly eliminated. 2nd thought, call the fire department. That too was quickly crossed out as an option as I didn’t want the embarrassment (‘Tourists trapped on a Rooftop’… didn’t want the newspaper headline). As our options become limited and all the while panic slowly takes the GF hostage, I realized I had the apartment keys and only if I can somehow get down to the streets, then we’ll be ok. Thus after some surveying of the adjacent roofs, I saw our solution – a fire escape ladder a few adjacent buildings down in the distance.
I quickly scaled over like Jackie Chan and went down the ladder, but only to find out that it led to a dead-end narrow alley and an enclosed 10 ft high fenced-in backyard. Now I’m completely stuck – sandwiched between two buildings and in someone’s backyard with no where to go. To make the matters worse, it was getting dark and who knows what people might think if they saw me poking around on their property.
Finally I saw a light lit up the 2nd floor balcony. It probably wasn’t the best or the smartest decision but I decided to climb up and knock on the window. Creepy? Yes. But here’s my thought process: 1.) SF is the most liberal city in US, odds are most people don’t own a gun here. 2.) They might call the police and I might get arrested for trespassing… but given the circumstances, it’s worth it. So back to the balcony, right after I knocked, a guy pop opened the window immediately and was like “What the hell are you doing? I saw you in my backyard! What are you doing here?!?” Me: “um, ugh, I am stuck, I came down from the roof… I’m locked out. Can I walk through your apartment?” Maybe it’s because I look fairly unassuming and non-threatening, after my gibberish description of my situation, he relented and allowed me to walk through his apartment out on to the street. ALAS! Freedom!
So what’s the lesson here? ALWAYS check the lock before you go on to a roof.