Earlier, I had just stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, when Ross pushes it open and comes strolling in with a magazine. "Excuse me, but do you mind if I sit here and read, while I wait?" She plopped down in the dressing chair, crossed her little legs, and opened her magazine. "Ross, get out of that chair and march right back out of here." She kept reading... "Now!" No response. "Ross, this is not funny anymore, you are being rude. Now move it!" She hopped off the chair and stomped past me for the door. "Fine! I can't get any peaceful quiet ANYWHERE in this house!"