A friend once told me how they locked themselves out of their apartment one morning. They had been in a hurry, juggling their bag, coffee, and phone while heading out the door. The moment the door clicked shut, they realized their keys were still inside. Frustration hit as they stood in the hallway, running late for work. With no spare keys, they called a locksmith, who said it would take about an hour to arrive. Sitting on the steps of their building, they sipped their now-cold coffee, scrolling through their phone, trying to laugh it off. By the time the locksmith came, they were late for work but happy to finally get inside.