For the second time in two days, someone has walked up to our house and attempted to walk into it, apparently by mistake.
For the second time in two days, someone has walked up to our house and
attempted to walk into it, apparently by mistake.
Today’s episode: A small Asian woman in scrubs, sunglasses, and a sun hat,
carrying an M.D. Anderson bag, just started trying to force the doorknob. I
opened it, and she started to brush past me into the house. I blocked her,
and said, “Excuse me, I’m sorry, what is it?” And she looked
around, and said, “Uh, is my sister here?” I replied, “No, I
think you have the wrong house.” She said, “Oh, sorry.” and
walked away.
Everyone thinks our house is someone else’s,
and that I’m the hired help or something. (Yesterday, it was some random guy,
who — after I opened the door — remarked with some confusion,
“You got a lock?” Me: “Huh?” Him: “You got a
lock? … Aw, man, I’m trippin’, I got the wrong house.”) Erin
speculates that it’s the spurned magical
crickets in our neighborhood, out for revenge.