I'm a simple emigrant and I really love throwing money away

I like this drink here; I wanted to buy it in cans but couldn’t find them — I bought it in a bottle. I got home and realized that I didn’t have a bottle opener. But upstairs there is a large shared kitchen, and I thought, there will surely be one there. On the way out I suddenly decided to take the bottle with me so I could open it right away, and while I was grabbing it I tugged the key, didn’t notice anything, and went on. There were no openers upstairs, and I opened it against the railing, just like that. I came back, and for about ten minutes I tried to open the door — I couldn’t. I went out, of course, in shorts and a T-shirt, without my phone and money. I went to seek help, found someone, explained everything, and he said, “but your key is broken, look at mine, and you’re missing one part…” I was like, “oh crap” (I also thought that piece of the key had gotten stuck in the lock). We called a handyman, December 30, Sunday, late evening; a bigger overcharge is hard to imagine. There was nowhere to go, we called the guy, he arrived and opened it in one second. I paid 167 euros for it at a special price, it would have been 400 otherwise. We went in, and that piece of the key was lying on the floor; at least the lock itself wasn’t damaged and I had two keys. So I’ll walk around with one for now, and when I get my next paycheck, I’ll go confess that I broke it. #curiosities #money