In one month from today, I turn 21. In two months from today, I'm on a plane back to the U.S. Crazy.
So in recovery from my key loss on Friday night, I had a good bonding moment with our house cleaner, Thobeka. People in the house don't exactly treat her with very much respect, so I do what I can to make her feel welcome and show gratitude. I asked her if I could borrow her key to the gate for 15 min while I went a couple blocks to get it copied, she said I couldn't get back in time before she left but that I could give it to her in the morning. Well, even though she didn't believe me, I kept saying I would make it back in time. I grabbed her key, booked it to the key place, got the copy made for R2 (like $2.50), and in under 13 minutes made it back to the house. I ran to the living room where Thobeka was absolutely shocked to see me, gave me a high five, and had a good laugh.
While I was walking back from the key place though, I noticed a car following me. The driver said hello and asked how I was doing. It was a police car. He then asked where I was going and if everything was okay and if I felt safe. Clearly I live in a sketchy neighborhood.
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