Wrong House

Last night, my friend (Ryan) drove me to another friend's (Mike's) house to play poker. I've been to Mike's several times, but this time I wasn't driving and wasn't paying too much attention to where we were parked. While getting out of the car, I was on the phone giving another friend directions over to Mike's. Well, Mike's neighbors' house is an exact replica of his and the only thing that differentiates the two is color. But at night, color doesn't come into play. Distracted by the phone call, Ryan and I walked up to the door of the house we parked in front of and knocked, and since no one said anything, we walked right in like we owned the joint. I looked to my left and right while on the phone, and thought it was odd that it was really clean inside with hardwood floors. And thought to myself, "Vaughn doesn't have hardwood floors, does he?" When the light bulb finally turned on, the owners of the house politely said, "Can we help you?"

Looking like a bunch of idiots, Ryan and I apologized for our foolishness and moonwalked out the door. Hahaha. People of Rochester...Lock your doors.