That same night I had plans with my sister and I was waiting for her to come pick me up. There was a bridal shower going on upstairs so I called to tell her to use the basement door instead of the front or back doors. She didn't answer so I left her a voice mail. I knew she was coming any minute and I decided to wait in the downstairs kitchen so I could see her coming. A couple minutes later I saw her legs go past my door and head to the back door. I ran out my door and shouted, "Wrong door, you imbecile!" thinking I would get a good laugh over it. Well, she turned to face me....and it was, again, not the person I expected. I don't even know who it was. And AGAIN I didn't say anything. I just ran back inside my house and closed the door.
What have we learned from this?
I can't tell friends from total strangers.