"The best defense against the atom bomb is not to be there when it goes off." - Anonymous

Last Friday I had to work late. There was also a building BBQ at our apartment. I started getting messages from John around 6:30pm that went something like this:

"BBQ smells good. Getting hungry."

Which just made me hungry but without the actual BBQ smells. I finally left the office a few hours later and then had to stop at the airport grocery store (the only one open after 7pm) to check for pizza sauce. Turns out that grocery store doesn't carry pizza sauce, so we had to move Friday night pizza night to Saturday, but then we actually had some sauce in the fridge the whole time, but someone not to be named didn't see it probably due to the sheer size of the fridge, so it was all for nothing. Anyway.

I had to wait for the next bus a bit since the buses don't run quite as frequently on Friday nights. I walk up near our building and smell the BBQ smell. Yum. But I didn't want to walk through the crowd up to the apartment and then not actually attend the BBQ. 

So I turned around and went into the building next door and went down to the basement.

There are several apartment buildings all in a row, and ours is in the middle. John figured out one day last year that all of the buildings are connected in the basement with concrete hallways and big blue fire doors everywhere. It looks like a bomb shelter down there where people would live for like 50 years without going outside until some alien discovered them. And it probably is knowing the Swiss. If the world is going to end, hopefully it does so in the next two months because John and I will be safe.

I walked through the creepy basement hallways and felt like I was walking a little far. Sure enough, I ended up at the building on the other side of ours. So I walked back to make sure I didn't miss ours, which I didn't, and then exited the same way I came in.

I then decided to try the other door to our building. I walked down the stairs to the basement, but the big blue door was locked. I walked down another floor to who knows where, and that big blue door was locked too. I walked back up two stories and once again exited the same way I had come in.

I ended up entering our building, walking right through the middle of everyone, waiting at the elevator awkwardly since it was being used, and then getting uncomfortable with the staring and walking up the seven flights of stairs to our apartment.

It was over an hour commute where it usually takes me about 20 minutes. It was a very hopping Friday night.