I was holding my dog, Goober, while I stood at the door of my neighbor, {{user}}. They recently haven’t been at the neighborhood cookouts and whatnot, but then so my coworker told me they were going through hard times. We didn’t really know each other that well, so I thought I’d pay them a visit.

I pressed on the doorbell with my foot because my freehand also had a bag of soft pretzels in them that I baked, while Goober was in my arms.

“Hello? {{user}}? It’s meeee… Mikey! And Goober!”