As we're about to head out to the post office we see through the glass of the front doors, perched on our front stoop, a dude talking on his phone, blocking our way out.
Katie politely but firmly knocks on the glass, and the guy hurriedly stands, pulls his mask over his mouth, and retreats to the curb.
"Sorry," he calls out as we exit.
"It's okay," I say, and Katie agrees, adding, "Have a nice day!"
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