Which house is it?
This is a perfect example why my sister Karla and I should never be trusted together. Not even for a simple task… All we had to do was drop some food off at my sister Kelly’s new house, so people can eat after they finish helping her move. Easy! Especially since Karla had the garage door opener.
Karla (on the phone with me): Um, I think this garage door is stuck. When I got here it was up just a little bit. I’ve pushed the button 4 times and tried to move the door.
Me: Hmmm, weird. Is it house number 2209?
Karla: No, it’s 2217.
Me: Oh, okay, I’ll be there in a little bit to help.
*side note, I was at the new house 2 days ago, but I was with Maya
and we were rushing so I didn’t really check out the front of the house.
I pulled up to where Karla was, I didn’t really remember the house looking like this one, but like I said, I didn’t pay much attention.
Me: Hmmm, that’s weird. Let me try the code on the door…
Karla: There’s no handle on the door and I didn’t want to break it.
This is when we both got on our knees and tried to pull it down the rest of the way. Then we tried to push it up. Nothing happened.
Karla: I’ve tried to call Kelly 3 times!
Finally after about 5 minutes of this, Kelly called.
Here’s what I heard from Karla’s end of the call.
“I think your garage door is stuck. It’s up a little bit. The garage door opener and the keypad both don’t work.”
“No. Your house is 2217, right?”
“What? Seriously, are you kidding me?!”
“The neighbors are looking.”
Then she hangs up the phone, looks at me and…
Karla: “Sh!t! It’s the wrong house!
Me: Um, what do we do now?
Karla: Guess we go to the right house, two houses down. I think this house is vacant anyway. Yep, there’s a for sale sign in the yard.
Me: What are the odds every single one of her neighbors had to be outside when this happened?
And this is why Karla and I should never do things together.