why my morning walks arn't always so bad

the other day i heard this woman screaming at a house at 7:45 in the morning. she was an older woman, around 45. "paaaam! pam!" she was screaming for her still-sleeping friend i assume. she just kept going, the way you would keep knocking at your friends door if no one was answering and you knew they were home. she'd sort of look around after each try, with a this worried look to the waking world around her. but then muster up courage again out of sheer desperation. "pam! pam! pam!" she started mumbling about how people need to get doorbells so people don't need to holler. i smiled despite the cold weather. and then, just after i pass her, i hear her one last effort, really loud: "YO, PAM!" then she gives up. my smiles turns into a whisper of a laugh. people should get doorbells! but then it wouldn't be nearly as entertaining.