Because if you kill yourself doing a stunt from her property she could be sued. For lots of money.
No matter how tame a stunt it was, it’s perfectly understandable. I probably wouldn’t have allowed you to either.
But you are irrational, which is not a good thing for someone who proposes to balcony hop.
Not a thing is wrong with the neighbour. You have no one but yourself to blame for your situation.
Kobal2, I know you’re convinced that it’s safe for you to balcony-hop and all, but if you do fall to your death from it sometime, can I have your groceries?
I’m afraid you’d have to fight off my SO for them. I would not advise standing between her and chocolate.
Pity you don’t own the place. You could install a second “doorbell” that blows an airhorn in the room your girlfriend sleeps. You’d have to install the button somewhere unobtrusive, to keep other people from using it. For half a second, I thought that if you really wanted to prevent other people from using it, you could make it key operated, but that would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it.
So how long before you finally got in?
Are you now going to remember to carry your key?
What do you mean you don’t have your parents number memorized. Oy, such a son. They raised you, took care of you and you call them so little that you don’t even know their number. The shame, the Shame! 
I have to say granny down the hall was well within her rights to say no and probably wise. Though she could have offered to let you use her phone to call your phone or your girlfriend’s.
What do the British call their cellphones?
They use the same terminology as Aussies and Kiwis: they call them “mobile phones,” or, more commonly, just “mobiles.”
e.g. “If i’m not there on time, just call me on my mobile.”
About an hour, I’d say - but I can’t tell time worth a damn. And guess what ? My watch… is my cell phone :smack:
…Duh. Of course. Probably. Possibly. If I remember about it. I’m not, am I ? :(.
I don’t mean to be a dick, and I hope I don’t come off as one–but why don’t you take your keys with you when you leave? I don’t go to the MAILBOX without my keys; neverhave, not even when I lived in an apartment.
But then, I grew up with a pair of little sisters who thought it was amusing to try to lock me outside.
I’m just glad my parents haven’t changed their phone number since I finally broke down and got a cell phone in 2002. I don’t think I’ve learned any new phone numbers since then.
So there you were, provisioned for a long seige in the hallway, but you knew that eventually your SO would yield entry into the fortress out of pending starvation.
Borborygmi just needs to wait until she falls asleep. Then he can kick the door in and she’ll never notice.
Wouldn’t it have been a trip if she HAD let him…and then the bathroom window was closed…and locked?
Bring your keys next time so you don’t have to bother your neighbors. Or create a clever hiding place (not under the mat) for a spare key.
Same here. I still remember their/our old house number, and they moved out more than a decade ago - but I haven’t learned any new phone number since I first got a cell with a contact list. Which caused a minor catastrophe when one of 'em got stolen. These days I keep an Excel file with all the numbers, just in case.
You don’t come off as a dick, it’s a legitimate question.
And the answer is : it’s a long story. It stems partly from the fact that, as my dear grandma would say, I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t attached to my neck (so I’m always afraid I’ll lose them somewhere outside) ; and partly from the fact that we have only one set of keys. So we got a sort of system going on : If we both have to go out, the one who expects to come home first gets the keys. If only one goes out, he/she leaves the keys should the other need to make a quick trip for smokes or something like that. And since we both work from home, it’s never really a problem. Errr… make that almost never, obviously 
And before you ask, the why of the one key sitch is : it’s a symbol of the impermanence of our relationship and a reminder that while we live together, it’s still my place. This may make *me *look very much like a dick, though
Good point.
So the bottom line is that you wanted to go through your neighbour’s apartment and climb off her balcony because you do not want your roommate to feel that your relationship is not permanent.
Dude, that’s whacky.
Get your act together, cut a few sets of keys, and learn to carry a set.
I don’t understand this at all. My SO and I don’t live together, but we have keys to each other’s homes. Your SO lives with you (granted, in your place), but you can’t give her a key?
Have you considered an evaluation to rule out ADHD?
It does sound whacky when you put it this way.
@BiblioCat : it makes sense to me, and enough sense to her that she’s never complained about it. She has enough of the whacky herself, and I respect her whackiness. It works, in a dysfunctional sort of way
@Hentor : I’m pretty sure I’m a mild-to-moderate bipolar, yes. It doesn’t affect my life or that of others negatively enough that I’d consider meds though. Point in case : while the old lady definitely made me seethe with disproportionate anger compared to the relatively minor inconvenience, I’d never act on that rage in any way. I’m in control, always - too much, even. I never let myself relax or stop second-guessing and questioning/judging myself (which is probably *another *mental condition, come to think about it). It’s who or what I am. We all have our crazy. And it has an upside : I get the good pole, too