My former roommate had recently gotten married. He invited me to hang out at his apartment a few months later. After a while, I had to grab something out of my car so I ran out to get it.
Coming back, I opened the apartment door. I could hear a woman singing and doing dishes in the kitchen. My roommate wasn’t there, but I assumed he was in the bathroom or something. Then after a few seconds I realized nothing in the apartment looked familiar. I felt a sense of horror as I realized I was in the wrong apartment. It wasn’t his wife in the kitchen. I was basically a creeper in some unknown woman’s apartment.
I very quietly backed up to the door, opened it and silently shut it again. Then I went into the right apartment. No one was ever the wiser.
Coming back, I opened the apartment door. I could hear a woman singing and doing dishes in the kitchen. My roommate wasn’t there, but I assumed he was in the bathroom or something. Then after a few seconds I realized nothing in the apartment looked familiar. I felt a sense of horror as I realized I was in the wrong apartment. It wasn’t his wife in the kitchen. I was basically a creeper in some unknown woman’s apartment.
I very quietly backed up to the door, opened it and silently shut it again. Then I went into the right apartment. No one was ever the wiser.