I think I'm lucky I didn't get killed the other night.
I went to my friend's part in her new apartmentand the buildings were ODDLY numbered with no rhyme or reason. I buzzed 628, wanting 623, because it was where 623 should be and looked like 623.
And this guys like, "Who is it?" and I thought it was her friend or something so I'm like, "It's CIBC!"
He buzzes me in and I start walking up the stairs (they were on the second floor)
And he opens his door.
And I'm steps away from his doorway.
He's in, like, pajamas and we just look at each other.
Nobody say anything and he closes the door and I walk away, with my bottle of wine and plate of cookies.
He could have so taken advantage of that situation!
"She's...gone to the store"...and then hours pass...and my friend Jen worries. haha.