Just last week, my beloved cat was killed my my neighbors dogs. I wrote them a note and put it on their door explaining to them what was in their backyard, and that I'd like him to be returned in a blanket, so I can get his collar and save him, to burry him. They weren't home, and usually aren't home at nights, so I got baked with my friend. Right as I was peaking, the door bell rang, and I knew what it was... I didn't want to deal with that shit, because I smoked to calm myself down, and then I had to accept my cat, and put him in the garage, while listening to my neighbor tell me how sorry he is for like 10 minutes.
Another thing I hate is when the phone rings while I am baked and enjoying sitting on my couch in my room watching a movie. My phone is in the kitchen.