But I don't Live Here!!!!

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!

But you aren't my husband!

My friend Meg was painting the lounge and finding herself in need of more paint, commandeered hubby to drive her down to the store.  Hubby parks the car while she runs inside to pick up the paint.  Shortly thereafter, out she comes, hops quickly into the car, loading two 3 litre tins of emulsion into the foot-well.

Seat belt on and yes, you guessed it...  "BUT ... but.... you aren't my husband"

"No dear, much as I would like to take you home, my wife really wouldn't like it"

At what point does the embarrassment hit?  Immediately?  When you realise you are in the wrong car?  When it dawns on you, hubby has moved to a better spot down the road? Or is it that moment when you find yourself having to extract yourself and two large tins of paint from a stranger's car?

Well honestly, it was the same colour!  Parked in the same spot...