The Wrong House

In the heat of prom season (march), Steve F, Derek K and I would go around to random houses with an acoustic guitar and a sign that says “PROM?” and knock on the door and begin to play in the center of the yard. Then, when someone answers the door we would ask them to “get Jennifer!”

They then awkwardly break the news to us that “No one named Jennifer lives here, you have the wrong house” to which we would reply something like “Aww dang are you sure?”

Then we would stop and turn around and say
“Guys! It’s not this house either! This is like the fifth house!… Okay, thanks, sorry!” and then pile back into the car and drive off.

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Author: Jared K

Prank artist, chainsaw juggler, Marsupial extraordinaire, VHS-remote collector/connoisseur, ice sculpture repair technician and generally a real cool cat.