So, this morning I’m getting ready for work. Puttering around the kitchen, rummaging through drawers, etc. All of a sudden, the doorbell rings! My husband can’t get it, because he just got out of the shower. I go to the door- no one there. Look around to the other door- no one there either. Look in the neighbors driveway…two young kids waiting for the bus- about 12 years old. Looking guilty.
What really happened? We installed a new doorbell in our upstairs exactly like our downstairs one (wireless). I had put the extra button/trigger in a junk drawer in case the first one ever broke. When I was rooting in the drawer, the bell got pushed and the doorbell sounded.
Zette, you may live across the street from me, according to this circumstantial evidence.
Yesterday, I was just sitting down in my private library, preparing for a good read and a healthy evacuation (as it were). {I was in the bathroom, in case you didn’t get it}.
Doorbell rings. Before I can get my pants up, the doorbell rings again.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, keep you shirt on!”
Ding dong
Ding dong
Ding dong.
By this time I’m raging toward the door, ready to sever someone’s goddamned doorbell finger. . .
No one there. BUT, the doorbell is still ringing. Creepy? I’d say so.
We have one of those el-cheapo wireless doorbells that just plugs into an outlet. It stopped after a few minutes, but I still don’t know what was going on. But now apparently I can just chalk it to Zette doing a little kitchen drawer rummaging. Good to know.
This may help to clear up a mystery. When my parents got a new doorbell, they found out that it’s on the same frequency as the neighbor’s across the street.
So every time Patty’s doorbell rings, so does my mom’s! Funny at first, but where’s the nearest Home Depot?
Interesting! That’s exactly why we bought a second wireless bell, same brand- it’s on the same frequency. The distance between the push button and the bell itself leads me to believe that in a situation where houses are much closer together, someone could set off another persons doorbell easily.
I wish I were still 12 years old. I’d walk through residential neighborhoods with my extra doorbell button in my pocket, watching in amusment as people answer the door to no one. ::sigh::. The price of growing up is much too steep sometimes.
Or so it seems. Have one in a small office, door is always locked so people need to ring the bell to get in. SInce I’m not there very much, I forget that the bell can go off with no one there, so several times the bell rings, I poke my head out the door, and since no one is at the door I look accusingly at the nearest passer-by (busy street), then remember about the damn bell, smile sheepishly, and go back inside.
