My phone rings.

"There's a crazy wreck at the intersection in front of our apartment. There's like, a car flipped on its side."

"Oh wow."

"Yeah, there are a bunch of people from our building out there, I was going to go stop and talk to them but I have to get the pizza."

"Well maybe when you get back."

"Or you could go out there and see if they know anything."

"Yeah, I don't really feel like going out there and being nosy."

"Or because you're already wearing your pajamas."

"Busted."