I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because last month, when you and your wife had that screaming match at 2:30 a.m. about whose turn it was to take out the trash, I didn’t bang on your door. And the week before that, when you two were ‘making up’ so loudly I could hear every detail of her calling you ‘Daddy’ while the headboard slammed against my wall, I put on noise-canceling headphones and went back to sleep. So maybe cut me some slack for one night.”
His face went from red to purple. He opened his mouth, closed it, then sputtered, “That’s… that’s different! We’re married!”
“Yeah, and I’m single. Congratulations on the loud marriage. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to my evening before the sun comes up.”
He huffed, muttered something about “disrespectful youth,” and shuffled ba
