Phnee and the Midnight Visitor

[mousme]

The doorbell rang.

Because I sleep in the basement and it's always impossible to tell what time it is, I confusedly thought that maybe I'd overslept and it was the postman bringing me my long-awaited books. I stumbled upstairs, and ascertained that no, it was still dark out.

I switched on the porch light and looked out the window, to see a man standing in the street. At least he hadn't waited right outside my door, which would have guaranteed that I wouldn't open up. I unlocked the main door, then unlatched the outer door, and we had the following exchange.

Strange Man: "Is this the house of Mr. Lagarde?"

Me: "No, sorry."

Strange Man: "You're sure?"

Me: "Yes. You have the wrong house."

Strange Man: "Well, where is his house?"

Me: *glancing at my watch* "Sir, it's 01:00. I'm going back to bed."

Strange Man: *insisting* "But which house is his?"

Me: "Look, I don't know him."

Strange Man: "But he said he lived on Hamilton! He's the master electrician!"

Me: "I still don't know him. Hamilton is a long street. I can't help you."

Strange Man: "But he said it was right near the pre-school!" [let it be noted for the record that there is no preschool near me that I know of]

Me: *shrugging* "I still can't help you. Good night."

Strange Man: "Oh. Sorry for waking you!"

Me: "Goodbye." *shuts door and goes back to bed*


I mean, seriously. What person in their right mind randomly rings a doorbell at 01:00 in the morning looking for a master electrician?

Comments

[ravgonfly.livejournal.com]

So I have to tell you that I find the fact that you post the completely random and crazy conversations that you have with people. The one about the confused coffee guy always made me fall off my chair. I am just glad to see that there is another person who has these odd experiences.