I'm a simple emigrant and I moved into a new apartment

And right away, an adventure! Last Friday I got the coveted keys, spent the whole day lugging things and other necessities, because on Saturday at 7 a.m. I already had a train to Munich. I returned on Sunday at 1 a.m., wildly tired, hungry, cold, and I called a taxi. The dream was only one: to lie down and sleep as soon as possible. I got home, tried to open the entrance door — it wouldn’t open. Neither of the two keys would turn in the lock. I managed to get the emergency number of our management company, called them, they said, try to enter through the garage. Another 20 minutes passed as I tried to get in through the garage. I called back, they asked for the contract number and my name to double-check that I actually have the right to enter, promised to call back. I waited, ten minutes had passed, they didn’t call back, so I called them myself. I told them, in a passive-aggressive way, that I’d been standing outside at night for half an hour, in the cold, and I have work tomorrow. She started rambling: every second we talk, I can’t pass information to the technician! I had to ask what they’d been doing for the previous ten minutes… It took me seconds to convey the same thing. The girl not very politely repeated her mantra and inadvertently said that the technician would be coming from Offenbach. And that’s kind of far. I asked why they didn’t say right away that we’d have to wait so long, it’s not cool to stand in the cold; I said, book me a hotel then, I’ll go there. She said, oh now we’ll do everything quickly, the technician will arrive in 20 minutes. In the end, I waited outside for about an hour until the technician arrived and opened the door. And he arrived—with his son, a boy about ten years old. :( He let me in through the neighboring entrance and the common garage. He said the door had jammed because of dirt or cold. At +5, from the cold. It’s a good thing none of them reacted as if this was a known problem. P.S. On our mailboxes in front of the entrance, a bitten apple lay, and the technician, when he led us to the neighboring entrance, said very seriously: “You didn’t forget your apple?” As if I had bitten it and placed it on the dirty mailbox to finish later. 😀 And what “funny” stories have happened to you during relocations? #curiosities