I answered the wrong Mama’s call for help.

I live in a pretty small apartment building on the first floor. I have 2 neighbors on each side of me. My building is set up in such a way that I only have neighbors in front and directly behind me. My neighbors are awesome and we have a friendly relationship. There’s The Smith’s directly to my right and The Johnson’s directly to my left. We all get along so well. If I make a big pot of chili and have leftovers, I share it with the The Smith’s and The Johnson’s. We look out for each other. Recently we started using mama and dada to refer to each other. Mama and Papa Smith and Mama and Dada Johnson. It was just a cute way to keep up the neighborly friendship. I would hear Mama Johnson yell for Dada Johnson to get something and vice versa. We’d even pass little notes under the door if we were going out of town for a few days and leave a spare key with one another incase of an emergency.<br><br>One summer evening, I was busy working on a project. It was late. For some reason, I decided to take a break and go smoke a cigarette outside. I was stepping outside and my front door was wide open. All of a sudden I hear ‘Dada, can you grab me another beer?’ Now, I wasn’t sure if it was Mama Smith or Mama Johnson talking. Mama Johnson had a pretty thick accent since she was originally from Germany and Mama Smith didn’t have any accent at all. For some weird reason, my dumb ass assumed it was for me and stepped inside to grab her the beer. My door was wide open and I clearly heard ‘Dada’. As I walked through my front door, I yelled “Here you go Mama’ and turned the corner to my kitchen to grab her a beer out of my fridge. There was a man standing in my kitchen at my fridge. I just about shit myself. I yelled so loud at the top of my lungs and ran out the door without closing it. I didn’t stop running until I was at the door of Mama and Papa Smith’s.<br><br>I explained to them what happened and they didn’t believe me until they seen my door wide open. They were immediately on alert and wanted to check it out. I was still shaken up so they insisted we call the police first. They came and searched my apartment. No one was there so they thought I was batty. The words “mommy and daddy” can be confusing when you hear them from thin walled apartments and I<br>Was the one at fault since I was the one who entered someone else’s apartment. <br><br>I later spoke with Mama and Dada Johnson about my mistake. Dada had come from the fridge with the beer in hand and seen the wide open door and was wondering who the hell it could’ve been. Mama and Papa Smith and Mama and Dada Johnson now refer to me as Dada doofus.<br><br>Lesson learned. Do not enter someone else’s apartment unless you’re sure and it’s an actual emergency. Mama Papa and Dada can be very confusing words when you live in thin walled apartments. Dada doofus. That’s me.