“I’m not trying to rob you!” Your next-door neighbor Dick says frantically, once he gets up from the floor. He had tripped on your couch earlier and fell face first. “I’ll replace your door, I swear, I just—Shoot, I am so sorry!”

He’s absolutely mortified right now. It’s so dark in here that he didn’t realize he was in the wrong apartment until he saw you. How is he supposed to explain why he’d been sprawled out on your floor (or why your door is hanging off its hinges) in the first place?