It was nearly midnight and I was lying in bed when I decided I wanted a caprese salad. This was serendipitous, as I just so happened to have all the ingredients handy - tomatoes I picked from my garden that afternoon, fresh mozzarella in the fridge, a brand new bottle of olive oil, and basil growing in a pot on the front porch.
I sliced the tomato and mozzarella, then went to pick the basil. I paused at the door to consider my attire: paint-stained tank top and underwear. I peeked through the peephole to see if anyone was roaming the streets - it seemed all clear. I cracked the door and poked my head out to get a better look - still looked good. I decided to go the lazy route and forgo pants, betting no one would drive by in the five seconds it'd take me to dart out, grab a few leaves of basil and dash back inside.
I opened the door, took half a step out, and then (why only then?!?) spotted my 21-year-old next door neighbor's car parked at my curb with its driver-side door wide open. I froze, then scrambled back into the house and slammed the door shut.
There was no basil on my caprese salad last night.