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After coming home from church today with Andrew…

We pull into our parking lot and see a teenage boy on our private landing to our apartment..

I was going to head in on my own and Andrew take Pearl on a little walk while I put away the groceries for dinner (we had chicken fried rice, yummy!). But, seeing as some random guy was on our landing, Andrew went with me.

So, we begin to walk up our stair to the landing… and it ends up being a teenage girl and boy up there together. As I’m trying to pass them because they were taking up the entire space to get to our apartment back door, she says, “Oh, I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

I reply with silent anger and they get off our landing.

Are our table and chairs the new makeout point?

Bleh.