Last night G and I were out at a party at our friends’ apartment. It wasn’t rowdy. There was no loud music. At midnight, someone came up and knocked on the door and said in an annoyed voice, “I understand your need to hang, but I’m trying to sleep.” We all quieted down right away — we hadn’t realized our voices were carrying. As we were leaving a little later, I was saying to G that the person sounded unduly annoyed. Nobody up here would have thought that they could hear us down there. It seemed a little over the top how annoyed she sounded. Really. She could have started out by telling us in a friendly way that more sound was traveling through to the floor below than we would have thought. Why start by being rude?
“Maybe she saw us as monsters,” G said with sort of a twinkle in his voice.
Oh yeah.
