Yesterday afternoon when I was alone in my apartment, I went downstairs to the courtyard for smoking.  Unfortunately I might tune out a little bit then, and I forgot to take the key with me and so locked myself out, again. (Why bothered so much for smoking a cigarette?  Because my wife doesn't allow me to smoke in the rooms; OK, that's understandable.  But how about smoking at MY front balcony with French window closed?  Not allowed either because my neighbors upstairs would complain over the wafts of cigarette smell which could have affected them.  You know, someone's analysed that some people in Taiwan wanted to distinguish "civilized" Taiwan from "uncivilized" Mainland, so non-smokers took more biased attitude towards smokers; "avant-gardes" sought for legalization of same-sex marriage, abolition of death penalty, etc.)

It'd had been over two hours before my wife returning home to unlock the door. But what if she didn't bring the key with her because she thought I was at home?  In that case, we had to to resort to the help from some locksmith, but that was the last thing I wanted to do.  I hope my absent-mindedness wouldn't be a sign of amnesia, or even worse, of Alzheimer's disease; otherwise, pretty soon I'll become a latchkey old man, and you guys won't see me in the air any longer.