Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen

It is 5 a.m. If you have to be awake, please don't be swearing distressedly in my driveway.

The duvet is in being cleaned, and markgritter is out of town, so rather than use the energy it would take to wrestle a spare comforter onto the bed, I have been sleeping in the guest bed. My usual bed is in the corner of the house farthest from the driveway and the street; the guest bed is in the corner nearest.

At 5:00 a.m., I awoke to the sound of a woman loudly gasping, "Fuck you. Fuck you," with very little breath to spare. I had my glasses on and my phone out and was at the window before I was fully awake, but it didn't take long to be fully awake, either; my brain had started automatically going through under what circumstances I would open the window and yell, under what circumstances I would go downstairs and open the front door, what would mean I would need to call the cops.

It was our newspaper carrier. Getting out of her car to throw our paper. On her cell phone. And I know that life is not always tidily segregated so that you're not having to tell off friends or family members while you're working--wait! Actually my life is that tidily segregated, due to not having to tell off my friends or family members all that often or that urgently! I really feel that making distressed noises loud enough to wake people from outside their houses at 5 a.m. is really not the thing if you can avoid it. Picky me.

The up side is that I know now that my subconscious mind is prepared to try to help a distressed stranger at 5 a.m. So, um, yay?
Tags: social fail

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