A summery Saturday morning, one of the first of the season. Neighbors are eager to be outside. The sounds of hoses spraying, garden utensils scraping, and doors slamming waft up through the third floor window where we're still sleeping. A breeze blows in with the sounds, soothing our faces. Neighbors chitchat, and cars rumble past. A man says he needs to move a refrigerator today. Another man asks if he needs any help. All this makes the sleeping late a safe place. A long day ahead of comforting tasks. A desire for coffee, for breakfast kindles.

Then a shout breaks the idyll.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" a man yells.

He follows it up with a puny pull on the horn, for good measure: Tooooooooot!

Silence. Maybe there was an unseen gesture.

"THANKS DICKHEAD!" the man shouts to the silence.

We hear a small engine rev and tires yelp. Then the car speeds away.

Andrew says, "I guess the alley is blocked."