I was comfortably sitting on the couch, checking my email. I heard the door knob turn and thought, 'David must be getting home'. The man who walked in was not David. In fact, he was quite opposite of David: short, blond and a stranger. I looked at him -- he looked at me. With no further ado he said, "Wrong apartment" and turned around and left. Thankfully I didn't jump to my feet and yell at him to leave, as if he was some sort of robber. I like the open door policy, I'm glad he felt welcome to just walk right on in. I'm even gladd-er that he wasn't an ex-con, then I really would have had to pull off some moves. "I don't know karate, but I know Ca-Raaazzyy!"
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