I’ve been locked out of a few places before – my house, my truck (multiple offenses) and my motel room. Motel 6 are particularly good at having the key not work the next evening, but that’s always an easy fix.
This weekend I went to Flagstaff and fairly easily found my Airbnb location. The owner I knew had taken the weekend off to go hiking out of town, and out of cell phone range. There was another guest also, but when I arrived the place was empty. And locked.
It had been a busy week and I’d skipped the part where I’d written the entry instructions down because I thought they were in a text on my phone. They weren’t. They were on my email which I couldn’t access until I got my laptop onto wifi. I couldn’t get onto the wifi until I accessed my email and found my host’s wifi and password. Catch 22. I could always find a Starbucks, if only I could get onto the web to find where one was because I don’t know Flagstaff well…. Catch 23?
I wondered how friendly the locals were. This is a fairly rural area – down a cinder gravel road. I was in luck. The second house I tried had a 4 furiously barking dogs and a friendly homeowner who stuffed them back into the house and sat on the steps with me and was willing to let me use his laptop as well as his wifi, though mine turned out to be faster. Email accessed and problem solved!