I was walking up the stairs from the basement laundry room Saturday. I hear intense knocking on th back door of my building. I look and see a little girl who's head barely comes up to the window.
I start to walk to let her in or at least ask who she is looking for, when she shakes her head no hard and shoos me away with her hands.
I turned to go when she once more starts knocking again. This time the door not three feet away opens and her Grandmother (I think) opens the door for her. She rather haughtily raises her head and walks by the lady and into her apartment.
I'm glad she got inside where she wanted to go. I'm glad she was raised not to just talk to strangers (me).
But with that attitude, I hope her knuckles are sore today. lol