swansonj
Guru
Last night, half past midnight, I was already asleep when the doorbell rang. Answering it in my dressing gown, there was what I can only assume was a prostitute. "John?" she said, which is indeed my name, "you called me half an hour ago" and tried to come in. After some fruitless conversation ("I don't know you"; "You called me") she clarified "You are John, 9 ----- Way?" "Ah", I said, enlightenment dawning, "No, this is 9 ------ Road, ------- Way is that turning just across the road", and I went back to bed, where my wife had slept through the whole thing.