I came home for the holidays, all the family are at my parents house, plus my brothers new SOs, which means there are no beds for me.
My mum has arranged for me to stay with a neighbour. It's a small town out in the sticks, everyone knows everyone else.
I arrive late, the family is out having lunch (thanks for waiting for me!)
Read a note from my Mum:
"Redonculous, go down the street to number 45. You're staying in the Jeffersons spare room tonight. They're expecting you. Love Mum".
I take my bags down the street to the Jeffersons, knock, ring the bell, no reply. Go round the back, no one is home. I try the door handle, it's open. Great I go inside, dump my bags on the floor. Mrs Jefferson has left a turkey sandwich out for me with stuffing! Thanks! I'm starving. Eat it. Need a drink, go to the refrigerator, drink OJ. Notice chocolate, yum, they won't notice if I take a few.
Nice and refreshed I pick up bags, go in to the living room, notice photos of some girl I've never met before. Weird. Go upstairs looking for spare room. Notice more photos on the wall of girl graduating, other children I've never seen before. Weird.
Get upstairs, only spare room is a childs room, with racecar bed. Cool, but I won't fit.
Call Mum. She answers. Explain small bed situation... "The Jeffersons don't have a child. What number house are you in?"
Shit.
I nope the fuck out of there, wiping my finger prints off everything as I go (I have no idea why I did this bit).
I'd gone down the street the wrong way and was at 145.
Shit.
Submitted December 19, 2014 at 07:54AM by redonculous http://ift.tt/1AMPZXl tifu
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