In retrospect, I should’ve turned this into a real-life Marx Bros. routine
By UNKNOWN ASIAN WOMAN AT MY FRONT DOOR: Hello? Hello? Are you in there?
SEK: I am — hold on, let me secure the cats.
UNKNOWN ASIAN WOMAN AT MY FRONT DOOR: Sorry, I’m looking for the other one. Are you watching Supergirl?
SEK: No, election results — but I do watch Supergirl, why do you ask?
UNKNOWN ASIAN WOMAN AT MY FRONT DOOR: No reason, I was looking for the other one anyway.
SEK: OK, hope you find it. (closes front door)
UNKNOWN ASIAN WOMAN AT MY OFFICE DOOR: Hello? Hello? Are you in there?
SEK: (opens front door) That’s me too.
UNKNOWN ASIAN WOMAN AT MY OFFICE DOOR: No, I’m looking for the one that’s here.
SEK: That’s my office. Hold on. (closes front door, walks to office, opens office door) See? This one is also me.
UNKNOWN ASIAN WOMAN AT MY OFFICE DOOR: What happened to the other one?
SEK: I just moved in, I’m not sure.
UNKNOWN ASIAN WOMAN AT MY OFFICE DOOR: Maybe the other man knows.
SEK: (to self) She’s not going to do it, she’s not going to do it, she’s not going to…
UNKNOWN ASIAN WOMAN AT MY FRONT DOOR AGAIN: Hello? Hello? Are you in there?
SEK: (closes office door, walks to living room, opens front door) Still me!
UNKNOWN ASIAN WOMAN AT MY FRONT DOOR: Where’s the other one?