Well this is awkward.

You guys. I am in the midst of a very awkward situation. Like, it's happening. Right now. And I don't know what else to do but blog about it, because, well, you'll see.

Okay. So. This past Tuesday, we rented our place to a couple from: somewhere international but now I can't remember. I remember handing them the keys and telling them, "When you leave on Friday (AS IN TODAY), just leave the keys on the kitchen table, don't worry about locking up, I'll be back around 1:00pm anyway." Because as we ALL SHOULD KNOW, check-out is at NOON. It was clearly stated on the AirBnb profile and it is clearly stated on the little laminated piece of paper with house rules, instructions, map, etc.

NOON. 12:00pm. Gone. Leave our house.

I am writing this to you at 3:06pm.

I am writing this to you from my kitchen table.

I am writing this to you WHILE ALL OF THEIR THINGS ARE STILL IN OUR HOME AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THESE PEOPLE ARE BECAUSE THEY HAVE AN INTERNATIONAL PHONE NUMBER AND ARE NOT RESPONDING TO MY TEXTS OR EMAILS.

Just to give you an idea of my surroundings, here you are.

This is what I saw when I walked in to my apartment at 1:00pm ASSUMING they had already been gone for an hour:

Clearly, they have not left yet.

So we promptly left and went to the local Starbucks, thinking maybe they just needed a little more time to come back and grab their things? During this time, I was calling and not getting through (international number, remember), I was texting, and I was emailing POLITE messages of, "Hey ______, just wanted to remind you that check out was at noon and it's now 1:30pm. Just wondering when you think you'll be back to get your things?"

Radio Silence.

^^^There's their stuff. Just sitting there 3 feet from me right now.

They could walk in at ANY moment.

Imagine the awkwardness that is to come!

You might be thinking, "Michelle! Why don't you just go somewhere else and wait until they get back?"

2 reasons:

1) The Dizzle has a very big training certification exam tomorrow and needs to study. We attempted the Starbucks thing but then a homeless man spilled his coffee and threw up on himself, so we had to leave.

2) THIS IS OUR HOME AND WE SAID TO LEAVE BY NOON!

I don't know what to do.

As each minute goes by, I'm getting a little worried like, did they die a tragic death and now we have the awkward obligation of sending their belongings back to their home country to their families?(Extreme thinking, yes, but that's what I do.)

But here's an odd thing: Their bath towels are gone.

So, perhaps they went to the beach?

But here's another odd thing: IT'S RAINING OUT. No one in their right mind would go to the beach right now.

Weird. So weird.

So here's The Dizzle, studying away, bless his heart:

Meanwhile, I'm basically frantic and feeling so awkward. Which I mean, I love awkward, but mostly for the story-telling factor, not actually feeling awkward, you know?

So yep. Here we are....just waiting for our "guests" to arrive after a long overdue stay.

Wish me luck.


****UPDATE: She FINALLY called me and said they thought they had booked another night and were gone at a wine tour!!! So AFTER I had stripped the bed, we agreed they would stay another night for $150. To which I then had to re-make their bed. And see some things I didn't want to see. But for what it's worth, she was very sweet about it and seemed to be quite embarrassed, poor thing. So, again, another situation I made to be dramatic has all worked out okay.