My favorite part of fall semester
by far is football season. Even though the Frogs are not doing so hot this
year, I still love going out to the games. However, I really do believe that
the early morning games (yes 11am is early for me) do crazy things to people.
Don’t believe me? Please continue to read the following story. It was an eleven
o’clock morning game and I was not thrilled to wake up early, but I knew that
it would be fine once I got up and went to tailgate. After decking out in
purple my friends and I headed over to a few different tailgates before the
game. I have to say that tailgating is such a great idea. I don’t know whom to
thank for inventing the concept but I am grateful for it. After stuffing my
friends and I were done eating a socializing with friends we decided to head
over to the game. Again I love my frogs but it has not been easy to watch them
play this season.
About half
way through the game I could tell that my roommates were getting tired and we
all decided that it was time to leave. Of course we were hungry so we ordered a
pizza and headed back to our apartment. When we got back we feasted and all
passed out on the couch (with the game on of course). After about a few hours
we all kind of woke up but still were sprawled out in various locations of the
living room. I decided it would be the decent thing to do to get up and
possibly get ready for going out later in the evening, so I got up and walked
towards my room. After walking to my room I realized I left my phone on the
couch so I went to walk back into the living room when I hear the front door
open. I knew that everyone was home so I walked over to see who could be
walking in. To my surprise they were not familiar faces.
The people
who walked in looked like they were a couple, a confused couple. I looked at my
friend Cat and asked her if they were her friends. She looked at me with
confusion and said no who are they. Then, it happened. They started speaking
and we had no idea what they were saying. It was clear that they were in the
wrong place but we didn’t know what to say. Finally one of them muttered a room
number and I explained to them that they were looking for a room that was down
the hall. In my head I thought that they would head on their way but they just
stood there (rather intoxicated looking) and starred at me. I started showing
them to the door when the guy turned around and asked, “How did I get here?” I
remember thinking “How am I supposed to tell you that? You just walked in my
apartment and awkwardly starred at me for two minutes and now you decide to ask
me a question?” I told him that I had no idea how he got here and he asked me
again how he had gotten here, and followed that up with I’m so sorry, I’m so
lost. I told him that room 204 was down the hallway. They set off down the hall
and I shut the door behind them. I turned to my roommates and we all busted out
laughing. This had to be the strangest encounter we had ever had in our
apartment. But wait… there’s more!
There is a
famous saying, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. Well shame
on me for not locking the door after the first encounter because 20 minutes
later we heard the door open, and once again there they were. Standing starring
at us. This time the guy was quick to say, “I’m so sorry, can you tell me where
I am?” Getting a little freaked out my roommates and I pointed to 204 (which is
the room they walked into when they left) and explained to them again, that
they were in the wrong room. After telling them all of this, they still stood
there and starred. My roommates and I all looked and each other and I guess I
got voted to be the brave one because I again had to escort them out of our
apartment. This time I locked the door behind me. Here is the part that would
seemingly be the conclusion to my story, but unfortunately there’s more. My
roommate and I went to go grab some food to eat and as we opened the door we
see the couple standing there as if they were trying to get in. They quickly
walked away an as we headed toward the elevator I ran back to the door and
locked it. When we got back to our apartment we told our other roommates and
could not stop laughing. This had to be the weirdest but most entertaining
encounter we had ever had.
I had a really similar thing happen to me. Luckily though, the guy left the first time and didn't come back again. This was an entertaining read! I agree about the 11 a.m. games - they do make you go crazy. Well, the timing and the actually result of the game make a person crazy. I think it's hilarious (and kind of creepy) that the couple kept coming back into your apartment even after you directed them where to go. Good for you for stepping up and taking the lead by navigating them in the right direction. I think I would have locked the door after that too.
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