When I first moved to the Dallas area in the late 50s, I was single and in my late 20s. I moved into a ground floor apartment and was hoping to get adjusted soon to the coming “swinging 60s”. Getting ready for work one morning, I left the front door open and went back to the bathroom for a couple of minutes. When I came out, I found a strange young lady with a British accent in my living room. She said she thought a girl lived there, and was wanting a ride to work. Of course I volunteered to supply transportation. As we went out the door, evidently she spotted someone she knew, and slipped away.
I left that door open every morning for the rest of the summer and never caught another one.
Had you been foolish, you could have caught something you would have regretted catching.