A man in Clinton, Connecticut recently awoke to a surprise. Lying next to him in bed was a complete stranger. A dude nonetheless. He lurched out of bed and started yelling at the stranger to leave.
At first the stranger refused to comply. He later told the police he refused to get up because he had no idea why some guy was in his bedroom, shouting like crazy. He was dealing with a massive hangover and the last thing he wanted to do was get out of bed.
The police eventually got to the bottom of it. The home-invading guy had been coming home drunk the night before. He was staying at his aunt’s condominium for the week. All of the units looked exactly the same. Somehow he entered the wrong unit. But because it was dark and the floor-plans were exactly the same, he had no reason to suspect he was in the wrong condo.
And not having to use the use keys when you’re completely loaded and dying to get into bed? That’s a total bonus. The guy probably thought “Sweet, I didn’t lock the door.”
I can sympathize with this guy’s plight. A few years ago I spent an hour helping a friend find her condo in a massive, mono-style complex in L.A. She was totally lost and she LIVED THERE. Imagine being a guest in that hell hole.
So what we have here isn’t an alcohol problem. It’s an architectural one. And someone needs to learn to lock their door.
I hear you Tom. You could almost have called the post “When Architects Fall”.
Damn. Linda stole my thunder with the Robert Downey Jr. crack!
I can never mistake my apartment for someone else’s. I have the only studio apartment in the building!
I think Robert Downey Jr. can now successfully plead “Condo” to those breaking and entering charges. 😉