This was the same handyman I had try to fix our couch a while ago (see previous post on it...truly great) so I was glad to see him. Unfortunately, he couldn't fix it at the time either- he needed a new rubber washer before he could stop the leak. So Daniel suggested that I give him my keys and he would let the repairman in the next day around noon. "Well," I asked Daniel, "that sounds fine, but how am I going to get my keys back then?"
"Oh, I'll just leave them with the front desk workers for you to pick up" was his obvious response. However, I had flashbacks to the first time we tried to talk to them about our mailbox and why there was this weird colored thing on it, and it was a total and epic failure. He must have seen my face turn colors, because he assured me that he would leave a note or something. I have my doubts that this will work though. Unless his note says "There will be a crazy white girl who can't speak any Chinese needing to pick these up from you" I don't foresee this going well.
Everyone, keep your fingers crossed that I see my keys again!
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