I actually can’t believe that this happened, but it did - so here it is. Picture this…
I’m in a rush. Always. Anyway, I’m in a rush and it’s one of those things where you get out of your apartment and then you lock the door and you realize you’re not wearing your shoes and so you have to unlock the door and go back in and find the right sneakers and put your feet in them without falling over and go back out the door and lock it again.
So now you get that I’m rushing.
I’m doing a summer speed walk - Winnipeg Beach ladies in the early morning style - with a full tilt to the front. I’ve even got the arm pump going. Anyway I go full throttle into the stairwell door, even cocking my left shoulder up a bit to push the door with greater force - only to be greeted with beautiful hardwoods and a side entrance table with junk mail and keys on it.
Turns out that wasn’t the doorway to the stairs after all, it was my neighbours apartment.
The confused word: “Hello?” later and I bolt back down the hall, pulling the door shut with me. Crying and laughing down four flights of stairs I promise not to breath a word of this to anyone out of shock and embarrassment.
But that was clearly a lie.