18 years ago, one dark evening, we were sitting with our kids in the living room, when somebody opened the porch door, despite the lights being off outside, came up onto the porch, and pushed open the kitchen door, as they entered the back of the house.
We all sat up, surprised, as they bonked the door into the wall behind it.
A woman's voice yelled out "Sorry! Sorry!", As we heard the door close once again.
We certainly weren't expecting anyone, and the voice wasn't familiar, but we we all tired out, it being the end of the week, so we just sat there, waiting to see who was going to come around the corner, from the dark porch into the kitchen, into the living room.
In burst this woman, hands filled with bags, saying "Sorry I'm so late! Hey, where is everybody?"
B I thought it was the funniest thing in the world. So did Kevin. So did our kids.
I just sat there, looking at her for a minute, realizing that some stranger had just burst into our house, And was standing in our living room. We all just sat there laughing.
Finally , I asked her "Excuse me? Who are you looking for?
She looked at all of us sitting together, cracking up, with this horrified expression on her face, and said "Oh my God. Oh my God. I walked into your house! You don't know me! I have the wrong house! Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"; really truly kind of freaking out.
Which I can understand, if I had ever burst into someone else's house, with great abandon.
We were all laughing , so she cooled out a little bit.
N I stood up, and told her it was really okay, let her out through the dark kitchen, through the dark porch, to the side yard, and said "I think it's this house next-door that you might be looking for. But you might want to knock first."
"Right. Right. She said, with, a sheepish grin . "I'm really sorry about that.
I shrugged my shoulders, smiled and wished her a good night, as I turned and walked back in.
A woman's voice yelled out "Sorry! Sorry!", As we heard the door close once again.
We certainly weren't expecting anyone, and the voice wasn't familiar, but we we all tired out, it being the end of the week, so we just sat there, waiting to see who was going to come around the corner, from the dark porch into the kitchen, into the living room.
In burst this woman, hands filled with bags, saying "Sorry I'm so late! Hey, where is everybody?"
B I thought it was the funniest thing in the world. So did Kevin. So did our kids.
I just sat there, looking at her for a minute, realizing that some stranger had just burst into our house, And was standing in our living room. We all just sat there laughing.
Finally , I asked her "Excuse me? Who are you looking for?
She looked at all of us sitting together, cracking up, with this horrified expression on her face, and said "Oh my God. Oh my God. I walked into your house! You don't know me! I have the wrong house! Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"; really truly kind of freaking out.
Which I can understand, if I had ever burst into someone else's house, with great abandon.
We were all laughing , so she cooled out a little bit.
N I stood up, and told her it was really okay, let her out through the dark kitchen, through the dark porch, to the side yard, and said "I think it's this house next-door that you might be looking for. But you might want to knock first."
"Right. Right. She said, with, a sheepish grin . "I'm really sorry about that.
I shrugged my shoulders, smiled and wished her a good night, as I turned and walked back in.
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