8/27/2007

C'mon In...

I love having people over to my place. I think that God gave me a serious dose of the gift of hospitality and generosity. But there are times when I would rather not have visitors. Times like about an hour ago... Here's what happened:

Mondays are my day off and, as per the norm, the day that I usually do my laundry and cleaning. So, after lunch, I grabbed my laundry and detergent and headed downstairs to do the wash. I put it in, swiped my card, and set my cell phone alarm to alert me to the time that my wash would be clean. I made my way back upstairs to begin my game of Super Paper Mario.

Just as I was saving my game, my front door swung open. A man was standing in the doorway and began to pull his bicycle into the apartment. Editor's Note: Now, I should say that I always keep my front door locked. Always. This story is another item in the long list of reasons why. I looked up to see who it was and, upon seeing that it was a complete stranger, said "Excuse me?"

He immediately, and in a thick East Indian accent, apologized and closed the door. I suppose he went to the wrong building and thought that he was going into his own place. But, who doesn't look at the number on the door? And, who doesn't notice that their apartment is unlocked when they didn't leave it that way?

Afterwards, I kind of felt like you do when you almost get into a car accident. That feeling of "this could have been bad".

So now I will be double-checking to make sure that my door is locked every time...

1 comment:

Becky said...

Wow, that's crazy Josh! Now think how you would've felt if you were a girl...