I've had this blog post in my "queue" for over a year now, so it's old news. But I don't have much else going on today, so here it is.
One night at about 10:15pm, just as Chris and I were about to go to sleep (yes, we retire early, but we get up really early, even on the weekends), all the lights were off and only the TV was on. We heard a knock at the door and wondered who it could be at such a "late" hour. It was the older woman who lived just below us. Let me just say that I take complete blame for never introducing myself before - we should have brought her cookies or something when she first moved in. But, neither Chris nor I had ever seen her in all of our comings and goings. Not once had we ever spoken to her (again, I feel really bad about this). The only reason I knew she lived there is sometimes she left her door open and I could see her putting on her socks... That being said, when we opened the door and saw her standing there in her pajamas we thought there was some kind of emergency. She asked if she could use our cell phone. For sure. Chris gladly ran and got his. She took it, dialed, waited, then placed an order for a pepperoni pizza.
Some people are funny. We were glad to help :)