Whoops

Dear Upstairs Neighbor,
My sincerest apology if I scared the beejeesus out of you this morning. Your apartment was not being broken into. I mistook your apartment, on the third floor, for mine, on the second floor. You can understand how easily that second floor slipped right past me as I was climbing the stairs, right?

If you suffered any trauma or damages to your property when I was banging on the door and cursing, such as shitting your pants or wetting the bed, I will gladly reimburse you. It's the least I can do for not realizing the reason my key wasn't working wasn't the doors fault, it was my own stupidity hard at work.

Were you able to get back to sleep? I know 6:30 a.m. is a bit on the early side for your morning to start. I usually don't hear you until at least 7:45. I hope you were able to enjoy a good breakfast with the extra time I provided you. Hey, maybe some afternoon we could even meet in person for the first time and share a laugh over this little incident. Whadaya say?

Sincerely,
The Moron Who Lives Below You