Last Night

I was berated by an old woman for knocking on her door past 8 p.m.  This isn’t a unique happening, but this lady kind of pissed me off—it was raining really hard, it was 8:15, and I really don’t think I scream “stranger danger.”  And seriously, it took 2 seconds for her to get up from in front of the TV to yell at me for 5 minutes.  She could have saved herself so much energy if she had just calmed the fuck down and asked me politely to leave.   It was probably only the 2nd commercial break of CSI or something—not like she was going to miss anything awesome like Gossip Girl or True Life or something.  I suspect she was just cranky and bitter because she didn’t have a Hostess cherry fruit pie for dinner like I did.