
I live in the basement apartment of a 7 unit apartment building that used to be a huge 18-room house built back in the mid-1800's. The building still looks like a house from the outside. My apartment's entrance is on the south side of the building, which because the street it's located on is on a hillside, is the only place on the building where the basement is exposed. All of the other apartments in the building have access through the main door which is on the east side of the building.
The entrance to my apartment leads into the kitchen. It's the only entrance to my apartment besides a door that is locked from my side that leads into the hallway of the main part of the building. Standing outside my apartment door, you can clearly see my sink, cabinets, countertops table, chairs and my fridge. Remember this, there will be a test.
Last night about 11:30 as I'm sitting in my living room watching TV when I hear my storm door open and slam shut. This is rather strange as I never get anyone visiting me at that time of night, and if I did, they would at least give me the courtesy of knocking or shouting my name through the screen before they come in or wait for me to let them in.
I get up and walk into the kitchen to find a stranger standing there.
ME: Kindly but surprised basement dwelling large person.
HIM: Disheveled traveler who smelled of fish.
ME: Can I help you?
HIM: I need a room.
ME: This ain't the hotel. It's r...
HIM: (cutting me off in my own house) Just tell me if you have a room, I'm tired and want to go to sleep.
ME: This ain't the hotel, it's my apartment.
HIM: Then why did you put that sign down on the corner if you're not a hotel?
ME:

HIM: What corner? I didn't see a corner.
I tell him to follow me. Once outside I see that he has his car parked in the middle of the street with the lights out right over the crest of the hill. I walk him to the corner of my apartment building and point out the 8 X 16 foot
National chain motel
sign on the side of the building.
HIM: (as he gets into his car) You should really take that sign down if you're not the hotel.
ME:


I finally got a clue as to his problem. His out-of-state licence plate read ST-OWNER.
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