The village idiot of Las Vegas walks into the wrong apartment...

Last week I moved into a huge apartment complex near Chinatown; the lease was up on my old place and I needed cheaper digs. Anyways, it's one of those places where everything looks the same. After I got off work Friday night; I decided to walk down to Chinatown and have dinner at my friend Mike's restaurant (Mike is one of the guys assisting me in my Chinatown endeavor). After dinner is over, I tell him that I will 'catch up with him later' and then proceed to walk the three blocks back to my new apartment.

I don't know how many apartments are in my complex for sure. I can tell you one thing is for certain; there's  a lot of them. As I'm walking through the complex I see a swimming pool; my new place overlooks a swimming pool. I then took a gander at the units next to the pool. Like I said earlier, all of the places at my complex look the same. I walk up to the door of my apartment. I decide to forgo the key and check to see if the door was unlocked; I reached down and turned the knob; it was unlocked. As I'm opening the door I hear a couple of voices. My initial thoughts at the time were that my roommate had company. I open the door fully and get ready to step in when I notice something bizarre. 

Sitting on an orange couch were two Mexican ladies and right next to them on the floor were a couple of kids playing with an erector set. The two women looked directly at me with a startled look on their faces. Something wasn't making sense. What were these people doing in my apartment? I take a quick glance around the apartment; nothing looked familiar. After that, I turned and glanced at the apartment number on the door; it read #197. My surprise turned to embarrassment instantly. I don't live in #197! I was in the wrong apartment!

The only thing on my mind was getting out of there before they decided to call the police or better yet take a shot at me. So I told them this - ''Lo siento Senorita's, I'm in the wrong Casa. Please forgive me." After my apology they both looked at each other and said something in Spanish. Whatever it was it must have been funny judging by the laughter they shared. After they were done laughing; one of them looks at me and says, "No problem amigo, but pay attention next time. I don't want my husband thinking I've got a wedo as a boyfriend."

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the village idiot thought of the day. "At the time I walked into the wrong apartment I was stone-cold sober. I'd have a much better excuse if I was drunk:  I told my roommate what happened, he couldn't stop laughing. 'Pay attention amigo and be glad that her vato wasn't there. If a Mexican male sees something like that; he's automatically going to think worse case scenario and that's never good.' One thing is a certainty; I'm going to do my best not to make a blunder like that again."