Stupid is as Stupid Does

It's Friday at 6:30 pm. I have been awake and on my feet since 3 in the morning. All I want to do is to go home, put my feet up, eat my dinner and watch brainless TV. I go to my locker, where I have my bag and in it lies my car keys that would take me home, away from the psycho madness of this surgery rotation, where you get yelled at for every which reason and you are never right.

I push open the door, look at my locker. I look at my locker again.
Was there a lock on it this morning that I wasn't aware of?
Did I put the means of my way out of this nightmare into a locker with a lock on it I had no clue how to open?

No. I swear there was no lock on this locker at 3 o'clock in the morning. There was talk of a lock to be installed but no one told me they were going to install a lock like today.

Oh oh. It's 6:30 and on the brink of the weekend and there is not a soul in sight except the rustle that the hurried make as they shimey out of a place they don't want to be because it is work. And my car keys are locked behind a locker that has a 1000 different numerical combinations that would open it. Some one help.

No one is around and when I find the night surgical nurse, I try to explain to her the situation and ask her to call the supervisor in charge of the lockers who had the lock installed to see if she possibly had the combination to the lock that is preventing me from going home.

"It's the weekend and no one is around and this isn't an emergency," she said.
Bitch, I said, since I cannot get to my car keys, which is locked behind this locker, keys that will take me home and even if I were to walk home, I would have gotten mugged or killed, judging from the superb neighborhood I live in and besides, my house keys are in the car, which is locked, whose keys are in the locker, which also is locked, which makes this A BLOODY EMERGENCY!

"We can call security and maybe they can cut the lock," she continued.
How can they cut this lock when it is not cuttable since it is attached to the door of the locker?
She shoots a are-you-stupid look my way and mouths out these words, painfully slowly, as if English was not my first language:
"They take a bolt cutter and they cut the lock."
Are you stupid? Have I not just explained to you why a bolt cutter will not work on this lock? I give up because it is futile to explain to stupid people how stupid they are.

So security comes with a bolt cutter and enters the women's locker room.
He takes one look at the lock and says:
"Oh no, I can't cut this lock."
No shit, Sherlock, I said. I tried to explain to stupid but stupid insisted that she knew what she was talking about, she being a nurse and all.
"I'll have to see if maybe we have a key to this lock or a combination otherwise I'd have to cut a hole through this locker."
Security gets in touch with his supervisor who asks:
"Are you sure she is the owner of this locker, does she have some kind of ID?"
I would have nothing else better to do, on a Friday night, at 6:30 pm, after having been on me feet for the past 18 hours, then to fuck around with you because I would like to steal a pair of ass ugly purple scrubs from a locker and for your infomation my ID is in my bag right next to my car keys which are being held hostage behind a locked locker.
"Are you sure there wasn't a lock on it in the morning?"
Jesusmothermaryjoseph, Fuck me.

So finally stupid gets on the phone and gets in touch with the other stupid who authorized the lock be put on the locker and did not bother to notify the occupant of the locker whose car keys are in the locked locker and who would have loved to eradicate all the stupid nur...people in the world with several sticks of dynamite since they don't have any use for their brains anyway.

The other stupid says: "Oh, the combination to the lock is in my office on the desk." In her office, on a desk which happens to be behind a locked door. Just like that; like I was superman and had xray vision and could see behind concrete walls or better yet, like I was elastic woman and could squeeze into her locked office to retreive the precious, secret combination, or bestest yet, like it was just extremely ok that she put a lock on a locker and not bothered to notify anyone except her expanding behind and then acted like nothing happened.

Sercurity had to be called again and they finally get the combination and I finally unlock the locked locker. By this time it is 8:30. Precious TV watching time has been intruded upon, thanks to stupid people.

By the way the combination is 5-41-39. Don't fucking forget it.

Two days later, I pass by the office of the other stupid who authorized the lock to be installed.
"Did you get the combination?" She yells at me as I whizz past.
Yes, stupid, two days too late and no apology. What sort of fucking shit is that and I paid for a chance to come here and subject myself to crap and abuse like that?

Who is the stupid one?