Hehehe, that's a funny story. Sounds like a situation I'd get myself into.

It reminds me of one night last year when I was coming home from class, my sister was barefoot and shivering locked on my balcony of my old apartment, too afraid to crawl over the edge (the stairs were right there) and yelling for help. Turns out she'd been out there for hours with Reece. My washer and dryer were in a closet on the balcony so she and Reece would go sit on the dryer in between yelling for help.