In 12 months we’ve had maybe one or two JW incursions. They don’t seem to be as prevalent around here, and for that I’m glad. But the last one really pissed me off, even without speaking to me.
It was approximately 9am one morning, and I was in bed after finishing work at midnight the night before. I’d had about 5 hours of sleep at that point, and was hopefully in line for about four more. Not so. Into the depths of sleep comes this hellish BANG. BANG. BANG! That managed to wake me up, but I didn’t know what it was. A few moments later it repeated. Groggy and confused as hell, I yanked the quilt off of hubby and stumbled my way to the front door. But by that time, they’d figured nobody was home and moved on to the next house.
I nearly launched myself through the door and grabbed the nearest little old lady or man around the neck. I was so tempted to shake them until their ears rattled while yelling “Who the fuck taught you your door knocking manners you hamfisted old cuntbundle!”. I mean, I can understand knocking a little harder if your first knock seems to go unheard, but this fucker was pounding like he meant to beat the door down.
But I didn’t so anything after that. I was too tired, and went back to bed.