I stopped. I knew that voice and approached the partly open door. Hearing him recount the same incident from the opposite side was almost too perfect to believe.
“She actually painted my toenails while I was sleeping!” the man continued indignantly.
A woman responded, sounding astonished.
“You’re kidding!”
“I wish I was! Some people have absolutely no manners!”
I pressed my lips tightly together. Of all the things he could complain about, he’d chosen manners.
Someone else asked a perfectly reasonable question.
“Well, what did you do to make her so angry?”
“Nothing! Absolutely nothing! She just couldn’t mind her own business!”
Five minutes remained. I stayed outside to hear more.
“Honestly, I should’ve reported her to the police,” the man continued.
A woman sounded incredulous.
