Since we’re living somewhere else now, I think I can finally say what I’ve wanted to say for a long time:
The combination to our apartment last year was 12345.
We didn’t pick it. And it wasn’t quite 12345, you had to press two of the numbers at the same time. It was awfully unimaginative on the part of whoever set the combination, though.
My roommates looked at me like I was an idiot when I complained on the first day that there was no way I’d remember the combination. That was before I realized that it was 12345.
Suffice it to say, our combination next year is not 12345.