September 19, 2016
I'm awaiting delivery of dinner. It should be here any minute. That's why I need whoever's been out in the front hall, carrying on for way too long, to realize that, hey, they forget they left their ovens on or, oh, they have to get going because they're going to miss their show, so that when my buzzer buzzes signifying the arrival of my food, I don't have to make my way through or past them to get to the front door of the building and they don't get to see how huge the bag is containing my dinner. Oink.