As told, I left the keys on the table before leaving my AirBnB flat. After a careful look, I closed the door behind me only to realise that there was an intermediate door that needed the same keys to open. Temporarily trapped in the tiny space between the two doors, I imagined this being a penalty for failing to comply with terms and conditions. A contemporary version of Philip K. Dick’s toll door:
“The door refused to open. It said, “Five cents, please.”
He searched his pockets. No more coins; nothing.
“I’ll pay you tomorrow,” he told the door.
Again it remained locked tight”.