Broke into the Wrong Apartment
So Justin and I are sitting in the study minding out own goddam business when we hear someone at the door.

Suddenly, it is apparent that this someone is not just AT the door, they are coming IN the door. What do we do? Well, we just sit there like idiots. Luckily we weren't watching pr0n or anything.

"um... hello?" I say.

Justin, who can see the door from where he's sitting, says "yeah..."

The intruder opens the door (I can't see him, Justin can) and says "oh, god, this is the totally wrong apartment, isn't it?

"Is this 182?"

Well, it's obvious it isn't 182 for two simple reasons. ONE, the door says one-eighty-SIX on it (albeit painted over by the stupid painters but still visible) and TWO, it's obviously the wrong fucking apartment if it looks completely different than the one you were going to and there are DIFFERENT people living there!!!! I mean, what kind of person wanders into an apartment they don't live in if they're not sure it's the right one? And if they do live here an happened to be drunk enough to crash into the apartment one stairs over, WHY DIDN'T THEY NOTICE THE GIANT SPIDER that's NOT next to THEIR door???

"yeah," we say, unfazed, "this is 186."

"sorry..." he mumbles, and leaves the foyer.

Man, he must feel stupid.



We've been waiting over two months for our front window to be fixed and now there are strange men wandering into our apartment. What NEXT?

At least our neighbors let us party.