I frequently get lost in thought. My mind races along, a mile a minute (actually, it's often a good deal slower than that), with a complete disconnect from what I'm doing and where I am. Like this morning, when I took out the cat litter and dropped off the rent check. I'm hoping I didn't get them reversed, 'cause I wouldn't have noticed since I was so busy thinking about the gaming scenario I'll be running at Gwen Con.I climbed back up the stairs, orks and spaceships and Lost bouncing around in my head, and reached forward to unlock the door. It locks automatically, and so would be locked unless my wife (who's teleworking today) considerately unlocked after I headed out. I'm not sure if I just put my key in the lock, or if I turned the doorknob, or if it just wasn't closed, or what, as my mind was busy composing orky flashback sequences.
As I walked in, my thoughts did return from orkish castaways to the here and now (then).
I noted that the box of things I planned to unpack this morning wasn't in the entryway where I'd left it. I looked up to ask my wife why (and where) she'd moved it.And that's when I realized the naked woman in the kitchen wasn't my wife. Which meant that I'd been so lost in thought that I walked up one staircase too few and hadn't noticed. She remained significantly calmer than I did. I fled down the hall and up the stairs, apologizing all the way. She just calmly opened her fridge.
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Obvously you did not flee as quickly as you would have readers believe if you were around long enough to notice the woman calmly opening her refrigerator. Eh?
My readers can believe whatever they wish.
There was a moment of shock/stun, as my brain tried to figure out where it was. I think it was during that moment that she opened the fridge door. I think.
As you probably know, I don't generally give a damn who's wearing what (or nothing) around me.
I fled because I'd just done something really stupid (walking into a strangers apartment by mistake), not because she was naked. Had she not been naked, I would have fled out the door just as fast, but then probably knocked and given her an apology. Since she was naked, my knocking could have conveyed the wrong message.
It was talking about things later with Sarah that I realized just how calm the lady had been.
If I cared what readers thought of me (in regards to this incident) and/or whether they believed me, I wouldn't have even posted this. If you want to think I stood there for 10 minutes while she gave me a peep show, go right ahead.
While I don't think you would have stayed around for a peep show, I notice from what's posted next to this entry that you stayed around long enough to snap a photograph.... ;)
Well, duh, wouldn't you? I mean, she didn't seem to mind... :)
I am willing to bet the lass looked nothing like the buttering bomb shell shown. So now what the hell are you going to do next time you see her? You live in the same building so you will see her again I am sure. That will be fun!
I propose that he could flash her and say, "There! Now we're even." That is a maneuver that could never be construed the wrong way.
I'm not too worried about running in to her, recognizing her and feeling awkward. After all, I didn't get a good look at her face. :)
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