Went to get comics today. Chatted with John the Comics Guy, who lives down the block. Told him of my triumphant struggle with the screen door, to which he said, "Yeah, I saw."
"What?"
"I drove by and saw your front door was off its hinges."
"And you didn't, like, stop or anything? At 7:30 at night?"
"Well, I figured there was a good reason."