Today my photographer Dan and I were on a shoot for an upcoming story. We stopped by his house after the shoot was over and I apologized to his neighbor. Let me tell you why…
Last week while Dan and I were rushing to finish up a story, we had to stop at his house to get a special camera. I was on the phone. He ran in to grab the camera. I had to use the bathroom. I finished up the call as I got out of the car and walked into the house, happened to find the bathroom (since I’d never been there), made a quick ‘pit stop’ and was out of the house in under a minute or two.
What was strange was that I yelled ‘hey’ when I went inside – no answer. Dan was nowhere to be found. Also confusing was the female pink razors in the bathroom. I didn’t think Dan had a roommate. As I was walking down the stairs of the back entrance, I see Dan coming up the other end of the driveway.
I turned whiter than I am already.
“Ah, isn’t this your house?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “Whhhhhy?”
“Oh my God. We gotta go, NOW!”
And with that we pulled out of the driveway. I just used the bathroom in his neighbor’s house.
While Dan thinks it’s the funniest story of the year – I continue to play over the vision of me walking into a shotgun barrel or a ravenous parakeet for that matter.
So today was a day to come clean and apologize to the woman who lives in the home with her husband – who were both gone at at moment in time. Luckily.
I’m thankful to be alive. And I was glad I used the bathroom – because clearly the afterthought would have been enough to for me to wet my pants.
The neighbor? She just laughed.