Wrong House

So I’m standing in my kitchen, eating a slice of cold pizza, watching Police Academy, and in walks this guy.
He makes it to about the kitchen, stops, turns, looks at me, and says “I must be in the wrong house”.
He’s got a sheepish look on his, apologizes a lot, and leaves.

He must be staying next door and took a right instead of a left.

Could happen to anyone 🙂

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