A friend in London asked me to tell their story, here it is.....
So around midnight one day in December, after a supplier Xmas party, I jumped in a cab, a little worse for wear, rang hubby, "be home in 5"!!! ….. 5 minutes later, in the lift, level 6… out the lift, take a right…. Hubby left the door unlocked, no need to fumble with the key…. but … Wot the? All the lights are out… how odd!!!!!!! I just spoke to him and he has put the lights out and gone to bed!!!! Weird! ….. Lock the door, light on…. Hmmmmmm even more odd… he's changed all the furniture! Mmmm… and where did that shocking pink picture come from, it is horrible…. It took another second or two and then "WTF! I don't live here… ermmmm….. This is not my apartment!" … stomach dropping, churning, sinking feeling…. turn around, fumble with the lock, EXIT!! Recheck the number on the door… yep – definitely the wrong apartment - #29! I live in #43 – 3 floors up!
Ever since the building got hit by lightening funny things have been happening and now this? The lift had let me out on the wrong floor!!!!
I can't recall if I put the light out as I left but I do know I locked the front door!!! Can you imagine those poor people this morning? The mystery of the locked door and the hall light on??????? Or worse, what if they were out for the evening and left the door unlocked for their own return!!!!! And I kindly locked them out!!!
Thank goodness I didn't get as far as using their tooth brush! Can you imagine!!!!!!
I shan't forget "that day" in a hurry!
