Peephole Showdown Clown
Just came back from the gym, which is situated on the second floor of my my building. I normally take the elevator, however at the teasing of my sister, I decided to retract my steps nearing it and follow her by taking the stairs.
My choice was made a minute after she’d left me to laze my way home. So, I take the stairs up to our floor. I go to our door. It’s locked. I am slightly annoyed, partly amused at the audacity of her! because she has my keys, thinking she is further teasing me, so I knock on the door and come up close to it.... making the most bizarre and outrageous faces while widening my eyes....
As my face is up close to the peephole, I zoom closer when I notice that an eye is peering, making my face distort even more (if that’s even possible). I bang a bit while I do so. "Open the door!"
I hear a whisper, “Oh my god...” Male voice. Oh, so it’s my dad? HA!
And just as I thought that... a deep seated and painful realisation struck me....and I look down at the door number to check what I knowingly fear as I hear that faint, almost panicky, voice call out, “I...think you have the wrong door.”
OMFG.
Well, I apolgise profusely... gasping with a horrifyingly sounding laughter.... “I thought this was my door, that my sister....! I’m so sorry!” The indoor air turned to wind as I ran down the hall. Halfway nearing the end, he opens the door to check, I suppose, to ponder at the demon that tried to force itself into his home. Good thing for him I'm real, bad thing for me that all of it was.
I turn back to call out an apology "I'm so sorreeeee!" one more time... and as I run past the elevators to reach the proper section of hallway where my home lies near the end of it, my beloved sister is leaning up against the wall. Her head is turned upwards. She is restraining her reaction, as though praising a higher power that has stricken me down.
I nearly ran past her but I stopped in time to grab at her arm. “You...”
“I THOUGHT IT WAS OURS!” Well no, silly rabbit tricking yourself, it was the exact opposite end but same side.... and the only difference was the middle number which was noticeably failed of being noticed.
Some gasped out Q by her, followed by tearing A by me.
I then fall against the wall, tears streaming down my face. Hard gasps of laughter and I fall to the ground as my sister falls away from my arms to the floor as well. We are dying and drowning in our laughter.
“We can’t trust you with directions,” says my sister after I’d cleansed myself with a shower. Lesson learned. I’m never taking the stairs again after working out.
It isn’t the first time that I’ve mistaken another home for my own... However with this place that was when we’d first moved....and it was only a couple of times that I’d gotten off on the floor beneath mine... they have a dog, whaddya know?
I'm such a clown when I do this. Laughter all around.