A couple of days ago I had been in a "mad" rush to get to work.
I was running late; the result of an overly long early morning jog.
I ran out of my apartment, locking the door and running off, hoping to pull the key as I ran to catch the elevator.

Though for reasons unknown the key didn't slip out as usual but caught half way as I ran. I pulled the key and instead of coming loose, it bent.

"Fuck!" I said, realizing I didn't have my glasses as the elevator doors closed. I went back and used the lock as a vice, bending the key straight again. Luckily it didn't break but straightened enough that it slid with some effort back into the lock, granting me my glasses.

Today, in my continuing quest to become the fit lifeguard I once was I again went for a pretty demanding run. It was more brutal than I intended, especially without N to pace myself against.
I returned back to my building, flushed, dripping with sweat but nonetheless proud that I hadn't had to stop and walk (despite how desperately I had wanted to). I walked passed the leasing agent and a young couple nodding and smiling, skipping to the elevator - hoping my sight or my smell hadn't adversely affected their decision making process.

I squinted in the elevator, blind without my glasses, trying to bring the panel of numbered buttons into focus. I punched 3 and the doors closed as I sorted through my keys for the bent one.

The elevator doors rolled back and I stepped out. The hallway was still in disarray. Wallpaper peeled back by the workers, baseboards lying in piles awaiting attachment. I walked over to my door and slid the bent key in.

It fought me, but with some extra effort it went in. I turned it, but it wouldn't unlock the door. I wiggled the key (the trick I had developed) to get it to slid in the rest of the way. Still nothing.

"Fuck.. Great" I said. I looked down to the side as I fought with the key. The base boards were back. They'd fixed this spot already? I'd only been gone an hour. I pushed the key again, it was in all the way... Nothing.

Then I heard the latch turn. I looked up.. Squinting.. "Shit!" Apartment 205!

"Ya?" the door opened, my key slid out as the door was pulled back. The guy, stepped forward.

"Ah.. This is really embarrassing. I'm really sorry. I thought this was 308. I'm not wearing my glasses."

He smiled and burst out laughing " Don't worry about it man" he said, my face suddenly feeling very very warm. "It Happened to me just a few days ago."
"Thanks." I managed, hoping the heat from the jog already had my face red enough to hide my embarrassment. "Cya." I said, not sure how to end the conversation as I turned and walked quickly to the stairs.

Most awkward 30 seconds I've had yet in this Building.
Well alright, the second most awkward.