Accidental Misplacement
Georgie is staying with us for a few weeks until she finds a flat. Marcelo kindly gave up his room for her and we’ve all been living quite nicely together for the last week or so. Our flat is quite big, 3 stories, so we’re not in each other’s way at all.
The other night, Marcelo came home a bit on the drunken side and completely forgot that Georgie was in his room. He stumbled in, fumbled round for a bit, made his way over to the bed where Georgie was giggling quietly. The penny dropped. “Oh shit. I.. er… oh.. this happens” he mumbled, backing out quickly.
I love these stories. On a campervan trip with my family (that sucked and I will never do it again, Mum, I know you’re reading this) we pulled into a campervan park full of other campervans that looked Just Like Ours. My dad got up in the middle of the night, left the van to use the camps bathrooms, made his way back, managed to UNLOCK the campervan next door, walked in and attempted to get into bed with some random woman. Luckily, the police were not called and no one was arrested.
Our first week in London, Georgie and I managed to get into the wrong apartment building and walked up 4 flights of stairs before we realised.
The worst one for me though, happened back home in Wellington, where my flatmate Bligh, had asked me to pick him up from a mates place, one Sunday morning. He gave me the address, which I immediately wrote down backwards, me and numbers are not friends, and I set out on my way.
I knocked on a door and a girl about my age came out in her dressing gown. “Hello”, I said politely. “I’m looking for my friend, Bligh, is he here?”
“Oh maybe ay”, she said. “We’ve had heaps of people come in and out, big night last night you know?” I nodded.
“Come in, come in”
I walked into her lounge and introduced myself to a bunch of vacant looking, random people who may, or may not of, just finished smoking a joint.
“Would you like a coffee?” the girl yelled from the kitchen.
“No thanks!” I yelled back.
The second my arse hit the sofa, I realised I was in the wrong house. I leapt up, yelled an apology and ran outta there. When I finally did find Bligh, he laughed at me the whole way home. I’d forgotten that he’d been staying with people I actually know, what a fritter. I still think it’s that chick’s fault for letting me in in the first place.
