Sometimes there’s a girl in my parking lot. She talks on the phone with her parents late at night.
My windows are open.
She is unhappy. Very unhappy.
I can hear her shouting into the phone.
Sometimes I feel bad for her. I wonder about her. And her life. And if it is really as awful as she makes it sound.
I close my window. I can still hear her anger echoing in my parking lot. (Her parents must be deaf?)
Other times I want to tell her to get over it. Whatever it is.
Life is hard. And also, I want to sleep. So, stop yelling, angry girl. It’s late.
Go to sleep. Don’t yell. Or at least, if you must, use someone else’s parking lot!