…I heard someone trying to get in my front door. I could hear them trying to work the lock, turning the knob and trying to push the door open. “What the heck?” I thought as I headed toward the sound. I debated opening the door. Could be a crazed killer running from the law, after all.
I settled for pulling aside the window blinds on the door and peering out. A woman’s face looked expectantly back. Through the pebbly, translucent glass, it sort of looked like my sister. But my sister doesn’t have a key to my place and she would knock first even if she did.
I opened the door a crack. The woman there did indeed look like my sister in an if-the-light-was-low-enough way. There was plenty of sun yet, though, and I briefly wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me. Not knowing what else to say, I came up with a bewildered, “Yes?”
The woman must have been just as stunned to see me as I was to see her. Several seconds went by before she said anything. I was beginning to wonder if she was drunk when she said, “Oh, I should be upstairs!”
Her accent was such that I realized that, yes, she meant to see my neighbor directly above me, who spoke the same way. I agreed, “Yes! Upstairs!” We said goodbye with her probably relieved to have realized her mistake and I, myself, relieved that she didn’t appear to be a crazed killer.
It was the kind of experience that kind of makes you doubt your sanity for a moment, but in the end, no harm done. I still wonder, though, if she was drunk. How do you confuse a ground floor apartment with a second floor one, anyway? If a friend trusts you enough to give you a spare key, it seems they’d have invited you to their apartment enough for you to know where it is or at least, they’d tell you that its the first one at the* top* of the stairs, not under it.
It reminded me of the time when I was young. The houses in the neighborhood looked pretty much the same but ours was on a largeish corner lot. We were all sitting around one evening when the front door opened and in walked two women, chatting to one another. One looked around and said, “Oh! We got the wrong house!” She apologized and they left.
Anything like this ever happen any of you?