I had an official function at a house last night. I knocked on the door of the house, where I was greeted by a man I didn't recognize. I figured he was a guest, and waited for him to ask me in. Instead, he took his time putting a coat on the small child in front of him. "How rude, " I thought. "Doesn't he see I only have a suit on when it's so cold outside? How impolite not to ask me in." But I stood there and smiled while he finished dressing the child, who then went outside to play.
We looked at each, both smiling awkward smiles. Still he didn't ask me in. "Enough of this," I thought. I opened the door and squeezed past him (I think our chests just about touched as I did so) to step inside. There was only a woman there, who looked to be his wife. No other guests.
Now I had been to this house before, so this was rather confusing. "Is Sally here?" I asked.
"Sally?" the man said, clearly just a confused as I was, and perhaps a bit alarmed.
"Yes," I said. "Sally. She lives here. I have a service to do in just a couple minutes. Will you please tell Sally I'm here?"
"There's no Sally here," he said. "We live here."
I felt like I was in the twilight zone. And then it dawned on me, slowly from somewhere in the back of my mind. Sally had moved. I had just barged into someone's house.
Mortified, I apologized profusely. Though I did not feel comfortable laughing at my mistake, I was glad they did. It turns out they were not rude at all, but exceptionally gracious.