It took her two trips to haul all her stuff back to her dorm room. The second trip was more tiring cause hello? fifth floor here. She was dragging her last bag down the hallway, mumbling and grumbling about why she had so much stuff in the first place when she finally reached her door, sighing in relief, and reaching for the door knob that suddenly wouldn't turn.
Annette glared at it and put both hands on it, trying to get the darn thing to turn and open up. "What the hell?"
Then it dawned on her. "Omigod. Not again."
That's why Annette quickly crouched before her door and started petting the knob. even though she was sure Dick was better at dealing with pesky knobs. He has had experience.
"Come on, open up. I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong. I ... love you. You're pretty and shiny and see? I'm rubbing you. You've got to like that, right?" Man, this sucked.
"Stupid door," she mumbled under her breath.
(it is open, yes!)