Um, hello?

There are people who are just born lucky, or pretty or clever. Those who will always have money and those who can run fast or sing on key. The list goes on.

My point is some people just are "something". So what am I?

I am the girl who witnesses or has these really odd things happen to her. Nothing bad, just things that make for really great stories after the initial shock wears off.

Case in point: I was taking a nap Tuesday afternoon as I didn't have to be at work until 6 p.m. (my shifts rotate every week). The sun was shining in my bedroom window, it was warm, quiet- perfect time for a snooze.

As I lay curled up underneath my blanket, with nothing on but an old t-shirt and granny-panties, I began to dream. There were no flying unicorns or lollipops dancing around in my mind, I was envisioning someone trying to break in to my apartment.

The dream was so real. I could hear the key scratching against my metal door, turning in my lock. Then, it got a little too real.

The sound actually was coming from my door. I jump up and run to my living room just in time to see an elderly Chinese man walking in to my apartment.

He points a finger at me and starts yelling like I did something wrong. Instead of feeling threatened and grabbing a knife, like a normal person would do, I conclude that he is just senile and lost. I say, "No No No," and point towards the door.

This does not set well with him and the yelling continues only this time it's louder. Realizing that I have no pants on, I make for the bedroom. Note to self: thinking is easier when one has pants.

In the meantime, my elderly guest makes for the kitchen and starts opening drawers and cabinets in search of something. I make a grab for my cell phone and call my Chinese boss to help me sort this out.

"Hold on, I will be right there," he says. Hold on?! What the hell am I supposed to do in the 15 minutes it will take him to get to my apartment? It's not like I can have a conversation with this guy. I point to my phone and use rudimentary sign language to get him to stay put.

He helps himself and sits on my couch doing nothing but stare at me. I, in turn, sit at my kitchen table staring at him. Then I see him reach in his pocket. At this point, I get a bit scared and start coming up with defensive plans in my mind. I am bigger than this guy, I can take him, I reason.

He pulls out a set of keys and points to one that looks exactly like the key to my door. I hold up my set of keys and he starts laughing. He then shows me that his key works in my door. I show him that my key works in my door. He then starts to walk away down the hall.

I know I have to get this guy to stay in order to figure out what he was doing in my place. Do I grab him by the arm? I decide against that. Instead I run for my camera because of course a picture of this guy will help police find him if he gets away. Of course that is possible in a country of 1.3 billion. Of course.

Thankfully, I didn't have to get all paparazzi on his ass as my boss showed up just then. After a whirlwind of Chinese he tells me that the guy's granddaughter used to live in the apartment but didn't tell him that she had moved. She apparently didn't get the locks changed either.

After an apology, my uninvited house guest leaves taking his key with him.
My boss tells me to "take a rest" because my day has been stressful but laying back down is the last thing on my mind. Instead, I call the locksmith and tell him to get here- stat.

I now have a new set of keys, new pajamas and a new crazy story to tell. Ah China.