I recently took an apartment in a mortgage. The work allows, savings were also, that's bought a 24 square meter in a newly commissioned new building. Entrance doors are all new, no one has changed them yet. The floors are the same. The only thing that helps at least somehow navigate in concrete labyrinths is the apartment numbers and entrance mats.
I just bought a green mat. And almost always guided by it. My rug is my apartment.
I return home at eleven o'clock after work. Tired so that just no strength. I step out of the elevator. A few steps to the apartment - in front of the entrance is my green carpet. I put the key in the lock, and he somehow tightly enters. With the second hand, I press the handle. The door is not locked. I have a panic. I forgot to close the front door in the morning! I burst into the apartment, and there is a naked girl sitting on the sofa, painting her toenails. I understand that I was not in my apartment. My package falls from my hands. Oranges rolled on the floor, a sausage stick fell on the slippers, well, the eggs broke.
The girl froze. I got a lump in my throat - I could not speak. I understand that I was not in my apartment. Slowly I go back to the entrance. It turned out that he drove up a floor above.
After 10 minutes I returned to apologize. It was necessary to explain that she accidentally went to her, and her neighbor, after all.