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TIFU by walking into the wrong house during an install.

To preface this, I work for Geek Squad as a home theater installer. We were doing a pre-wire for a surround sound and I went to grab the tools and everything from our van. The only place to park was between two houses in a sort of narrow cul-de-sac and both houses had a nearly identical architecture.

After grabbing all of the tools, I walk back to the home that I thought I had just left. So without knocking, I walk right through the front door that was unlocked and start walking down the stairs to their basement when I realize that none of this looks familiar anymore and It begins to dawn on me that this is not the same house.

Suddenly, I hear a scream and turn to look and an elderly woman in her 60s is staring at me, completely terrified. The weather is in the 30s so I was wearing a jacket over my geek squad uniform, so all this poor woman saw was a man wearing a heavy jacket and mask, carrying a ladder and hammer, and walking up from her basement. I am obviously at a loss for words as I have never done anything this stupid before.

Luckily, she gave me a chance to explain myself, so I regained my composure and told her what had happened and we shared a good laugh about it before I sheepishly left and went back to the right house.

TL;DR I left one house to grab tools during an install and walked into the wrong house, terrifying the home owner. After explaining, we shared a good laugh and nothing bad happened.

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