The Wrong House

Yesterday evening, I was walking home while talking to my mom on the phone.

I was so distracted by our conversation that I walked straight through the gate of a house.

I took off my shoes.

I opened the door.

I even called out, “I’m home!”

Silence.

Then a woman I had never seen in my life appeared from the kitchen and just stared at me.

I stared back.

For a solid five seconds, neither of us said anything.

Then I slowly looked around.

Wrong house.

Completely wrong house.

I apologized about seventeen times and walked out like nothing had happened.

The worst part?

The house was literally two doors away from mine.

I still avoid making eye contact with that woman.

I think we both agreed to pretend it never happened.