Blogger Needs to Recognize

So, I was going to update this on Wednesday, but there are always ERRORS whenever I try. Thank you for being marginally irritating, Blogger. I mean, I generally dislike the act of blogging anyway, so to make it difficult or frustrating really helps my attitude on the matter.

Anyway, this is what I had written:

So I was lounging on the couch this afternoon, watching this silent film from 1920 called the Golem, or, some German equivalent of that, completely sprawled out. And the front door opens and this middle aged black lady strides in. She is a stranger to me.

I say "hello!" in a friendly, and not even slightly bewildered way. Perhaps, a trace of surprise was around, but still, it was no "OMFG HOME INVASION!" shout.

She looks utterly shocked and says "Is this an apartment?!" to which I respond "Well, it is a house, anyway." She covers her mouth in embarassment and horror and turns to leave the house. It turns out that she was looking for a realtor's office in the town I am in, and saw our sign on the porch and figured that our house must have been the realtor's office. This struck me as very funny and she was invited in so as to give her actual directions to the place.

My boyfriend comes out of the other room to see what the commotion and stranger's voice was about, and to see who would enter our home without knocking. She explained further that her sister had a house to sell and that she, personally, was from Cincinnati, and that oh lawsey she was so sorry to just walk in without knocking and so on. It did appear to be an honest mistake, and she was nice.

It was fairly random, but somewhat humorous. I can't imagine what she must have thought when she was expecting to see a realty office setting and instead saw some girl watching one of the strangest silent films made. It will probably be one of those anecdotes she pulls up every few social engagements when everyone is trading personal stories of humiliating moments. Later, she will probably eventually ask herself "what kind of people leave their front door unlocked, anyway?!" I think it mostly has to do with expecting no one to actually just walk right into your house like that. And laziness. And forgetfulness. It's hard to tell if that lock is locked or not.

Good times.