Today, I heard the first sex noises in my new apartment. I was in the kitchen and making myself a tuna sandwich--two of them to be precise--when I heard soft, feminine sex noises just barely penetrating a bedroom door.
I should've . . . knocked on the door and then, when my roommate opened the door, asked some kind of stupid question, like if he was interested in pitching some money for an apartment vacuum or if he had seen any socks lying around because I'd lost a sock and I wanted my sock so I didn't just have one lone sock because that's really annoying.
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