It's 12 in the afternoon.  I can hear my neighbors speaking with each other on their patio.  I want to climb over in my underwear, like I'm a part of their family.

"What's going on, guys?  I brought my own packets of ketchup.  You don't have to worry about me.  It's Heinz.  Or do you prefer Hunts?  Oh no, you prefer Hunts, don't you?"