So Em is kindly hosting an afternoon tea for her mum’s birthday as I write. Awesome right? Not so awesome is that some random woman just walked into our apartment because she misread the invitation.
I had just gone to get orange juice when a mystery invisible person buzzed at the gate. So I ignored it, but clearly the gate must have already been open, because surely enough random lady was knocking at the door soon after. I am currently in my pajamas (yes, still), wearing my ugly glasses and my hair in a crazy looking amywinehouseike bun, and when I answered the door and was like “yes?”, she goes “are you expecting guests?”. No lady I wasn’t. Clearly.
So we exchange information: “Is this Emilie’s place?” Yes, but the party is at Emilie’s Parent’s Place. “Oh, ok.” She still stands there not going away. At this point she barges inside, “Well, I really need to write this card, can I do it here? Oh, and I’ve been wanting to see the apartment, oh great, it’s a great place isn’t it? Oh, you don’t mind if I look around do you?, I’m an old, close family friend. Is this your room? Oh look you were enjoying a lovely read in the sun were you? How lovely, and this is Emilie’s room? I’m just going to have a peek, she won’t mind, I’m a close family friend. Oh, it’s very messy, that’s not like Emilie, she’s so neat and tidy usually. Are you coming to the party? No, I guess you wouldn’t know Emilie’s mother very well- my mobile is running out of battery do you mind if I make a couple of calls? I just have to tell my husband not to come here, it’s a lovely apartment isn’t it? It’s so lucky I came here, or I might not have known what was going on, it’s a shame I lost the invitation. Take a look at this card, isn’t it lovely, it’s a shoe! And look I brought my high heels in my bag to change into. Do you mind terribly calling me a cab? Great. The cab is on it’s way? Is is a yellowcab? Lovely, ok, so good to get a chance to see Emilie’s apartment, do you need any money for those phone calls? No, you’ll take care of it? Ok, buhbye!
Hey Lady: you are not an close old family friend of mine. Stay away from my room, stay away from Em’s room cos I’m pretty sure there’s a reason you haven’t been invited over so far. Jeez
Also, although I’m ashamed to admit it, I’m annoyed cos my room is a bit of a mess currently, as I’m in the process of rearragning shit- but I’m a total neat freak who needs to have everyone only see my room in pristine condition. So I’d be less annoyed if she had barged in when my room was in it’s normal state. Gurr, my brain can’t help being this way.
