Yesterday, I was alone in my kitchen whipping up some lunch when the recipe called for 4 tablespoons of butter. I was out. So I knocked on the door of my neighbors and out came a women talking on her cell phone. I asked for 4 tablespoons of butter and she gave me a whole stick of the the stuff. I shrugged and took it because she said I could keep it. Go figure. Frankly it's no mystery that she just wanted me out of there. So I made and ate my meal when I feel guilty. I went down to the market and picked up some flowers and a stick of butter as a 'thank you' for the butter. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked louder. No answer. I knocked the loudest and heard shuffling. Then a man opened with door with no shirt on, just jeans. I was bright red, and felt a bit of a chill. I told him to give him to the women who lives in resisdence of the apartment. He said something like 'I'll pass these on to her.' and then he closed the door. I will never ask for butter ever again. I think I interupted something.