Wrong floor

When I got home, the elevator door opened it, I didn’t realize I was on the second floor. Every door looked different, some people have stuff on their door. I just thought they removed the stuff from their door. Got to the end, and noticed something isn’t right, the number on the apartment wasn’t mine. Had to wait a good five minutes for the elevator. Somebody clicked the button on the second floor. Maybe next time I’ll see what floor I’m on before exiting the elevator.

Also a female doesn’t live in the apartment at the end of the hallway on my floor. She was trying to talk to me, but I refused to talk. The world resolves around me, therefore people should tell me I’m on the wrong floor.

Last time I almost exited the elevator on the wrong floor the lady told me it was the second floor.