We were all sitting around our living room watching a movie; Bill was lying on the floor with his head on a pillow propped up against the couch. A strange man entered our front door, closing it behind himself. I said, “Bill, someone is here.”
Bill jumped up and the man walked over to Bill, introduced himself, and shook Bill's hand.
You can imagine how surprised we all were. It was a little frightening. I was wondering who would walk right into someone’s house like that. Was he some government worker? Was he a politician? Had Bill met him in the neighborhood before?
The man said, “My wife and sister-in-law are at the party. I think they are in your backyard.”
We realized then what was going on. Bill said, “You have the wrong house. The party is next door.” We all laughed as we walked out the front door and pointed him in the right direction. The man apologized. Bill told him, “If the party gets dull, you can come and join us; we have a couple more movies.”