A couple of kids from across the street knocked on my door yesterday.
“We will be having a party on Saturday,” they say, “so we wanted to give you our phone number to call in case you are bothered by the music or the noise.”
“Are you students at our university?” I asked.
“Yes,” the kids said.
“I teach there,” I shared.
“Oh,” one of them said in a small voice. “Will it still be OK for us to have our party?”
“Oh yes,” I responded. “I work at the Department of Foreign Languages and we are a very fun bunch. We love partying. What foreign language are you taking?”
Then we had a small advising session right on my doorstep.