Yesterday my neighbors who live upstairs came home, and I swear I heard them knocking on my door, so I stuck my head out and smiled. They looked up from getting their mail and smiled back.

“Did you guys knock?”

“Huh?”

“Did you knock?” I asked, and then I saw what had sounded like the knock; it was them wrestling with the mailbox, which is difficult to open.

“Oh! You were getting your mail! It sounded like knocking? Hahaha!”

They both stared at me, and do you blame them? Getting mail should not sound like knocking, and I probably looked hungry and desperate for human interaction, using any excuse to chat with them.

“Ok, I’m going in now that I’ve proven myself to be your crazy downstairs neighbor! Bye!”

I am so awkward.