
As
I’m pulling up I see a car in the drive with open windows. *Are they still
home?* I swing into the drive and see a young man on the porch with a key
unlocking the door. *Who the H--- is that? They didn’t tell me about anyone
coming in! They told me some musicians might drop by but they would be
coming in the basement, not the front door! OK Julie, how you going to handle this?* So I put on my authoritative face, stand up as tall as I can, (not easy when you're only 5'2" and stride purposely up to the
door. "I'm the Pet Sitter; And who might you be?" I demand with a big, friendly smile. " XXXXX" says he, looking a bit stunned. " And you are?” I shoot back. “I’m xxxxx xxxxx.” He replys a bit meekly. Obviously my subtlety isn't getting through. “No, I mean who are you and why are you here? I wasn't told that anyone was authorized to enter the house. May I help you?”. “I live here!”
At this point I look around. I see no cute little Easter bunnies in the yard, no goofy dogs trying to snuffle through the front door. Light bulb goes off; I’m at the wrong house!
At this point I look around. I see no cute little Easter bunnies in the yard, no goofy dogs trying to snuffle through the front door. Light bulb goes off; I’m at the wrong house!
OOOPS!!!!
Fortunately he had a sense of humor and did not call the cops to cart me off to the looney bin.
‘….Lost control and rang your bell, I was sore
Let me in or else I'll beat down your door
When two strangers who have been two silhouettes on the shade
Said to my shock "you're on the wrong block"……’
Let me in or else I'll beat down your door
When two strangers who have been two silhouettes on the shade
Said to my shock "you're on the wrong block"……’