The Wrong House
“You can tell you’re old when you get asked to feed someone’s cats instead of being invited round their house for a house party,” I remarked to Katie after a brief phone call.
Long story short, good friends of ours (who literally live two minutes down the road) are going to be up in Watford tonight and wouldn’t be able to feed their two cats. Katie and I being very close and owning two cats of our own were natural choices to provide them with their evening meal.
I arranged for my friend to come over last night and drop the keys off so we could let ourselves in. Around 6pm, I received a text:
Hello mate, I have dropped the keys through the letterbox, it didn’t look like anyone was in.
Weird, I thought, especially as Katie and I were in the lounge at that time. I searched the surrounding area around the door for the keys but nothing was to be found. Worried, I rang my friend to ask just how he had posted them.
I asked what number house he had posted the keys, he said he looked as he came up the drive and the curtains were drawn so he assumed we were asleep. That’s when we realised he had posted them into the wrong house, the main reason being we haven’t put up any curtains in our lounge yet.
All I could hear was his wife saying in the background was:
“Did you knock and give them to him?”
“Ohhhhh, you idiot!”
“You are running over there RIGHT NOW to get the keys back!”
Sure enough, he was round in a matter of seconds, waking up some weird looking guy who was in shredded jeans and a wifebeater vest. This time I was able to take the keys off of him, mocking him ever-so-slightly in the process.
We chuckled for a good few minutes before sitting down to Domino’s pizza and a good film (I would have watched the France vs Uruguay match if it was actually any good).
Thats hilarious. I had an even more awkward experience recently in my business. I repair wheels and I went to deliver a set that I had fixed from a guys car. So I get there to where I “thought” was his house and started pulling these huge wheels out of my vehicle and to lay them out in the middle of the driveway of the “house” i thought was his. While I'm doing this there are people looking at me curiously from the second story window who I think are his family. So I get done doing this and he isn't outside yet. So i call his cell phone and ask whats taking so long. And he tells me that he is already outside and where am I. Anyway, there was a couple streets down a same exact address in the same positioning on the street. How embarrassing these people looking at me wondering what in the world i am doing in their driveway! LOL its funny looking back on it.
Jerry
Haha, oh dear. I love how you blogged about this. I could see this being made into a short comedy sketch.
thanks for you sharing.