I feel like such a schmuck this morning. I'm used to noises outside - they happen every now and then with people coming home drunk, arguments in the street, the mentally disabled guy down the road, or more. I presume that if I go out to check I'm going to invite trouble. For the past hour, I lay awake unable to get back to sleep, and tried to decide what sort of person was out there. For an hour, I could have called an ambulance and I didn't. Because I mistook primal moans of pain for sex noises (presuming someone had left their window open). I think the guy's going to be okay - he was still conscious when the ambulance arrived, but I feel like such a schmuck. If it weren't for the fact that Big Boy had to get to work early, who knows what time someone would have helped. Schmuck.
