RV season is upon us.
Scratch that.
RV season is upon my parents.
This means I will be resident mail-getter and responsible for turning lights off in the morning, changing the blinds around to try to fool any wily burglers that might be surveilling their house, and then reverse the process at night.
I'm not an early riser, so on the last morning of their trip, when they were due to be home around noon, I needed to hurry out of bed at 9 to get the paper and turn off the lights, etc.
Not one to ruin a good sleep, I stumbled out of bed, grabbed my car keys, and drove the half-block to their house.
I pulled into their driveway and pushed the garage door opener.
Nothing.
I pushed it again.
Still nothing.
Well, huh. I sat back in the driver's seat, stumped.
Sitting back offered me a new vantage point. I looked up and realized their house had changed colors overnight.
Horrified, I backed out of the driveway and tried to get away before the actual resident of that house saw me in my car, trying to open their garage door.
One street later, I turned into the refuge of my parent's house. I checked to be sure it was still the same color. Oddly enough, the garage door opener had worked from a street away.
Since it was already half open, I darted out of my car and ducked under it before anyone else could see me.
Serves me right for leaving the house less than fully dressed.
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