Earlier that evening, I had been having one of those terrible days when every little thing seemed to go wrong. I had woken up with a breakout on my chin, dealt with an exhausting meeting at work, and learned that a problem under my kitchen sink might cost several hundred dollars to repair. By the time I got home, I had no energy left to deal with anyone.
I changed into my pajamas, washed my face, and ordered Chinese food. When the driver called to say he was nearby, I looked in the mirror and decided I did not want anyone to see me. My hair was a mess, and my face was covered in acne cream.
So I told him I was not home yet and asked him to leave the food by the door.
After ending the call, I returned to my movie. However, I soon remembered that packages sometimes disappeared from porches in my neighborhood. Worried that someone might steal my dinner, I turned off the lamp near my window and watched for the delivery car.
