A little old lady yelled at me today.
She lives on the first floor of my apartment complex. There is a window to her apartment that faces the courtyard and has a mirror on one side, like those in police interrogation rooms one sees on Law & Order.
I did something I usually don't do, which is to fix my hair and make sure my clothes are not hanging crookedly on my shoulders.
Quite satisfied with myself, I took one last look. And just as I gave myself a goofy smile to say goodbye to the freshly primped me in the mirror, the little woman opened her window, pointed to my apartment above, and admonished, "¡A tu casa!"
Instantly I deflated. Flustered and mortified, I muttered an apology and escaped into the street.
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