That IS a feel-good story, Sunndew! What an angel They don't get that way by themselves...you musta done good.
FOR LUNA
Awhile back I came home from work, went inside, got down on the floor and began my daily ritual with my dog: “Mommy's home! Your mommy ready for doggie kisses! Sophie-dophie-DOO!!! Sweet doggie licks and kisses, yes! YES!! She's my pork-chop puppy! She's my wimple-dimple turnip seed! Mama loves her snicker-doodle! Doodle-DOG! She's a pearl! She's a girl! She's a PEARLY-GIRL!!! Kissy-face! Hugs and kisses – yes! YES! O-KAY!!!"
(All punctuated with much clapping, shrieking and rolling around on the floor.)
Then I got up and noticed for the first time the front bathroom light was on. What in the world? And then it hit me. My neighbor, who had let himself in with the key I gave him the day before, was in my bathroom replacing the innerds to my toilet. I walked in and sure enough, there he was with an expression on his face which was a peculiar blend of amusement and embarrassment, remaining totally silent.
(Side note: Are the insides of a toilet called a "ball and cock"? I wrote that first and it looked horribly wrong.)
I was mortified and yes, angry, feeling that etiquette and common courtesy – no, moral obligation! – dictates that when you are put in a position whereby you overhear someone making a complete fool of themselves that it is your responsibility to make your presence known by some means…a cough, a clearing of one's throat, even a spoken “Yo, looney, you're not alone here!” or the like. Certainly you don't remain silent, allowing the embarrassing behavior to escalate to who knows what level.
Sure I can laugh about it now. But all I could think about that night was my stupid neighbor sharing my little homecoming with his wife and kids around the dinner table that night.
There, did that make you feel better?
-frolix