Good News!!

To my three friends who are coming out to ski with Evan in March, I now have a spare set of keys to the apartment (and apartment building) for you to use.

How, you ask? How did I get a spare set of keys when the original set has a giant "Do not copy" stamped on it? How indeed.

Lets just say that I really am that kind and thoughtful!

No, it's not because Evan accidentally dropped his set of keys down the tiny insignificant gap between the elevator and the floor. It's not because the landlord told us that there was absolutely no way he could possibly get those keys back because he can't get to the gap beneath the elevator (which left us speculating as to what else could be down there. Jewels, cash, treasure maps, old raisins?). And it certainly isn't because of the subsequent evening's adventure of searching for that elusive immoral key cutter who would throw caution to the wind and copy my keys for us. Apparently Canadian Tire is not so immoral, but they will sell you the proper size key, though they will not cut it. And this little store up on west fourth will cut it, but doesn't have the proper sized key to cut. Yes, it took us some time to see the solution here too.

And the fact that the elevator servicing guy showed up a few days later and retrieved Evan's keys from the bottom of the elevator shaft (sadly he did not find jewels or treasure, and curiously did not report finding any raisins or food of any sort) also had no bearing.

No, none of these were the main factor in my ability to procure this extra set of keys. I did it because you are my friends and that's just the type of selfless person I am.