True story.
So we’re sitting here in our living room, watching a film, laughing at the kittens running around chasing each other when someone walks in through our front door carrying a bag of groceries. We look at him, and he looks at us, and then he says- “Oh, oh, God. I’m really sorry.” turns around and leaves, shutting the door behind him. We had no idea who this man was.
I don’t know how you could mistake our house for any of the others around us. We’re the only house with a “Maximum Occupancy” sign, an autumn pumpkin wreath, and about eight pumpkins in our lawn.
Weird.
Hilarious, but still very weird.
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Haha - that happened at my house rather consistently. I lived in what was charmingly called “the student ghetto,” which was the area with somewhat shoddy houses directly across from campus. Anyway, one night after a football game, I guy rammed into our front door, so I opened it. He proceeded to ask me who lived there, finally realizing he was in the wrong house. He was so insanely drunk, he had peed himself. Incredible.
One time, after we won a National Championship, a police officer walked in the front door and yelled at me to move a stop sign that was in my bushes back to the end of the road. That was not as awesome.
ANOTHER time, right when I was moving in, a guy came up to my window (which was opened while I was painting) and crawled through it! Turns out he used to live there and wanted to see how we were sprucin’ up the place. Throughout the following months, he would allow himself into our house, high on multiple drugs, or he would stop by to move a bar into our backyard or cut down some bamboo.
There are some things I sincerely miss about college.