This just happened, and I must post it before I forget it. This is a telephone conversation with David, just moments after he left my apartment.
(Phone vibrates on the table behind me)
Me: Yeah?
David: Is there any reason why I wouldnt be able to open the door?
Me: What door?
David: The gate.
Me: ...Push.
David: Ohh... it opens that way! Okay, thanks.
Me: (laughing) Late.
David: Late.
posted at 7:25 PM