The Way Is Shut

If it's not one thing it's another. I went to folk dancing Friday night and found myself locked out! I was a little late, so there were lots of people inside already. I could hear the music, and there was no way they were going to hear me pounding on the door, since they were on the second floor. Imagine my feelings of despair and rejection. I heard the happy people dancing to joyous music and I longed to join them, but I found myself alone in a desolate street. Okay, not really, but hmmmmm, that might make a good first line for a novel.......

Then other people came, we threw a roll of tape at the window, someone eventually came down and let us in, and we all had a wonderful time. The end.