In 1965 when I was first married, we lived in an apartment in one of two identical brick buildings. Our flat was 2 Q at the far end of the hall. A corner apartment, nice because we had better than average light.
I didn’t drive yet, but it wasn’t a problem. There was a bus stop right in front of our building and the university was just a 5-minute walk. When I wanted to go into town, I just hopped a bus. No parking problems, either.
One sunny day, I felt like going shopping. I did. Had lunch, bought a few things. Having taken the bus home, I took the elevator to the second floor, balancing my packages. I walked silently down the long carpeted hallway to apartment 2Q.
I tried to put my key in the lock, and it didn’t fit. Odd. Hmm. A nameplate was firmly attached to the middle of the door.
2 Q
KINCAID
My name was not Kincaid. I didn’t even know anyone named Kincaid. It was Apartment 2 Q. But not my place. Or maybe it was, but what was with the nameplate? Hmm.
Feeling increasingly dazed, I made a quick u-turn and walked back to the elevator. I pressed the button and rode back down to the lobby. I stood there for a few minutes, breathing. Then got back into the elevator back to the second floor. Should I have taken the stairs?
Ding! I arrived. Clutching my packages against my chest, I — slower than before — walked down the hall. The pattern in the paint on the wall paint seemed cleaner and brighter. I was feeling a bit light-headed when I got to the end where that pesky nameplate still read “Kincaid.”
There was no question in my mind what had happened. I’d expected it all along.
I had slipped through an invisible wormhole. I was now in a parallel universe, another dimension. Everything was identical in this dimension to the world I knew except that in this place — I didn’t exist. Where I had been, someone named Kincaid was living. Maybe Kincaid was my husband. Perhaps I did exist and Jeffrey had gone missing.
I stood there. Breathing. Staring at the nameplate. Pacing a little down the hall and coming back. Until finally, I looked out the window. And realized I was in the wrong building.
I’d made a simple mistake and gone into the wrong building.
I have forever since harbored a sense of disappointment. However weird, I wanted the magic to be real. I wanted an adventure in The Twilight Zone.
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Categories: Anecdote, Humor, Sci Fi - Fantasy - Time Travel
I’ve done this before. It is very freaky when it happens.
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We do it a lot with our car. In is identical to so many others no matter where we go!
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I had that problem until I covered mine in vinyl wall decals — two sayings, birds, and leaves. Now it’s very original and can’t be mistaken for any other. 🙂
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A flag. We need a flag on the antenna. I just have to figure out what flag 🙂 It’s actually a good idea.
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I tried a flag once but it tattered in the wind. I guess I got a cheap one. The vinyl stickers have lasted (so far) for about two years.
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I just figured it would be good to have something taller than the car so I could spot it in a parking lot. I suspect they all tatter and need frequent replacement.
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True enough. 🙂
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Enjoyed this!
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Thanks 🙂
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Always love this story. Still happens with cars. Especially gray PT cruisers.
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I think ALL PT Cruisers are gray.
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Thanks. It was pretty funny at the time.
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I think all parking lot are already in the Zone!
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Similar things happen to me in parking lot fields.
Unfortunately, my car model is way too common.
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