Anybody Home?

Last week, I went with my family down to the redneck riviera - I mean Panama City Beach for vacation.  My brother and I drove down the day after my parents for scheduling reasons.  We always us our family friend's condo - Big Ed (that is his nickname, not the condos).  We have been doing this for several years now.

That said, you would think that I would know where this place is.  Or maybe my brother would.  Now, to his credit - he did say he thought it was on the top floor.  However, when talking with my dad, I thought he said condo E1704.  So my brother and I arrive.  We manage to get all of our bags, food, etc in our arms and troop up to the 17th floor.

I burst into the condo Kramer style and look around.  The door was unlocked - and I immediately notice that Big Ed must have remodeled - the floor and furniture was different than I remembered.  Then, I notice the shoes.  I come from a family of big people - and big people have big feet.  There were tiny shoes in the hallway and I knew that this wasn't the right condo.  I heard someone coming out and tried to get out quickly - but as I mentioned - we are big people - I couldn't have shoved Will out of the door if I had tried.  Not to mention negotiating a narrow hallway with multiple bags in hand is difficult.

So like a deer in headlights I was frozen in my spot as the man walked out of his room.  Had I been in the country, he probably would have been carrying a shotgun instead of his ice cream bowl.  I immediately try to push Will out the door while apologizing with Sorry, wrong room!  What was probably only 5 seconds felt like hours.  The guy was nice enough - and he now probably locks his doors.

Well, what goes around comes around.  2 days later, I go up early for a conference call and leave the door unlocked so that the rest of the family can come in without disturbing me.  Low and behold - just after my call an older couple blows into our condo just like I did to poor E1704.  A very confused conversion ensues, as they are not sure why the rental office would give them a key to a place that was already rented.  After a moment, I look at the key - it was for the place next door.  And you don't need a key to unlock a door that isn't locked.  They too apologized and turned to leave, blaming the confusion on their age.

I said no worries - I did it same thing earlier and I don't think it has anything to do with age!