The door wasn’t unlocking. I called him again to make sure I had the right apartment.
“Yeah, it’s the one all the way back,” he told me.
I was in a depressing looking apartment building in Germany, trying to get in to the AirBnB I had rented.
“It’s not unlocking.” “Oh shit, try ringing the bell.”
I rang the bell, and a noise came from inside. The latch moved and the door opened. A girl stood in the doorway. The asshole had double-booked it.
“Hallo. Sprechen sir english? Is this an airbnb?” I asked her.
“Yes and yes,” she said.