You're panting in exhaustion and panic as you stomp down on the head of the bicycle horn, its shrill sound ringing in your ears. It's easily not the most polite substitutes for knocking on somebody's door, but it's the best you can do thanks to your size.
"Come on, come on!" Anxiously you glance at your watch: 8:58, only two minutes for whoever it is to answer and sign the verification. With no response yet from inside, you continue stomping on the horn.
~BYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU~
HEE-HONK!!!HEE-HONK!!!HEE-HONK!!!
Finally you hear and angered "ugh!" from somewhere inside along with hoofsteps walking to the front door, which swings open as the occupant stands inside with a glass of water. Reflexively you duck as she tosses it she tosses its contents at a pony who isn't there. She looks surprised before she can head back inside, till she looks down at you ducked on the ground next to a package and bike horn.
She's an earth pony with a brownish-gray coat and a long, silky black mane that trails down to her belt. You can't help but notice that she had a body very smilar to Vinyl's, with large, heavy breasts and a faint pudge in her hips and thighs, but is dressed in a white dress shirt, red waistcoat and black paints, whereas Vinyl would gladly walk around naked.
"What on earth was that all about?!" She demands.
"I'm very sorry, Miss! I just have a package for you to sign, and this was my only way of knocking on the door!"
She looks dow at the package, processing my excuse as she takes the box from the ground and scribbles her signature onto the form with a pen from a table nearby. You look down at your watch again and let out a sigh of relief: 8:59, with only fifteen seconds to spare. She keeps the box and lays the form down for you, sighing sadly.
"…I'm very sorry about that. I was just in the midst of practicing and thought you might have been some teenager running the streets."
"Eh, it's alright. I was just in a bit of panic after my roommate slept in and couldn't let me out."
"Well, I'm just glad I didn't hurt you!" She notes, smiling politely.
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