Once I was with some friends who had moved to a new city, and they pulled the car up in front of their house. I was fucked up, looking through their CD's or something, but anyway, I get done and go in the house. I don't see either of them (they are brothers) so I assume they went to their bedroom. I'm watching the people in the house try to move a piano down a like one step drop-off, and a knock comes at the door. It's my friend, and I watch him have a conversation with the woman who answered the door. Wrong house, and the people who lived there never even noticed.