Yesterday I enjoyed going over to my newlywed friend, Vanessa’s new house. I was all excited to use the navigation system on my new phone. It was the first time I used a live navigation tool instead of just printed out directions.
I pretty much knew the area where it was taking me, so I sat back and enjoyed the sweet voice telling me when to take rights and lefts. When I was almost to her place Vanessa sent me a short text saying that she would be in her bathroom blow-drying her hair and wouldn’t be able to hear me at the front door. She said she had left the front door unlocked, so I could just come right in when I arrived.
Following the lovely directions, I turned down the road on which she lived. There were four houses visible on the short street, but only one had driveway access from this street. I pulled into the parking spot next to a pretty red commuter car and thought to myself, “Huh, I wonder when she got a new car?” (It would be normal for me to NOT notice if she had changed cars.)
I was looking at the cute car as I climbed the stairs and knocked on the front door. She didn’t answer, so I figured she was still blow-drying her hair. I reached for the knob and turned it. It was unlocked, so I happily went inside calling, “Knock, knock Vanessa. I’m here.”
I stood just inside the door for a bit, then started further into the house again calling, “Vanessa!” When I was about fifteen feet from the front door, a man came around the corner and stopped right in front of me with a look of what-are-you-doing-in-my-house-crazy-lady and who-is-Vanessa on his face.
I was so startled by his appearance that I gushed, and panicked, and groveled in apology as I backed out the door.
Vanessa’s house was on that street, but her driveway was not. Sheesh!
It startled me so badly that when I think of it now I get the sick-giggle that comes over me when I jump out and scare my kids (or anyone else, for that matter).
Safety-Tim, my hubby, was sooo appalled. He was like, “Did you check the house number? I would never go into a house unless I knew for SURE!”
I can see his point now, in hind-sight. My only excuse is…it was the navigator’s fault!