Here in your doorway.

In today's adventures of what happens when I answer my landline, I hoped it might be my dad but got silence and a click that said it was a phone bank of some kind. In the manner of things only registering when you look at them, I saw my container of laundry quarters was still on my bedside table, so I reached for it but accidentally knocked it to the floor.

"Aaaahh! Oh no!"

I can only hope they heard that before I hung up.