This afternoon I was home alone. I was making some Asian salad dressing and had the blender running. All of a sudden I heard a horribly loud noise and the floor shook. I screamed and turned around to flee when I see Phil standing there, stomping and grinning.
"I didn't want to scare you," he said, "by saying 'hi.' You know how you are, you get scared when I talk to you."
Yes, I do, when I think I'm home alone and all of a sudden someone is talking to me. But a loud-noise-floor-shaking experience? That's not scary?
There should be retribution.