So I’m sitting here, posting away, and there’s a soft knock at my door. I usually don’t answer the door unless I’m expecting someone or delivery or whatever. It’s happened that I’ve blindly answered the door and it’s some sad-sack guy trying to sell me a subscription to a newspaper, so I feel bad for him and go through with it.
Another soft knock. I go to the peephole and stare through it for a few seconds. The guy goes back into his apartment. It’s my next-door neighbor, whom I’ve never met.
No way am I answering the door looking like this. I’m wearing my dorky glasses from grade nine, pyjama bottoms, an old t-shirt, and my hair is a mess. On top of that, my apartment is the epitome of squallor at the moment.
So what the fuck did he want? A cup of flour? A cup of sugar? Fucking vanilla extract? My TV isn’t on loud at all.
Two minutes later, knock knock knock. I go back to the peephole, but he’s gone.
WHAT THE FUCK?
Now I’m a hostage here for the next couple of hours. I have a couple of things I have to leave the apartment to do, but now I’ll have to wait.
Chalk it up to social phobia and a messy apartment.
I don’t like answering the door if I don’t know who it is and I’m not expecting it but you know its your neighbor. Maybe he wants to invite you over for a beer or something…
Take a chance! Live for the moment! Open the door!!
You’re wrong about the front door - that knocking is coming from [sub]INSIDE THE HOUSE!!![/sub] :eek:
You should open it - maybe it’ll turn out to be the love of your life, and you can be whisked off to a romantic getaway somewhere, where horses cavort about on the beach, and…
I’ve never even heard of anyone that shy before. But then, I’ll answer my door wrapped in a blanket with my hair sticking straight up and still squinting to get used to the light.
You beat me. I am pretty shameless, but not that shameless. (Well, maybe I am…) I’ve opened the door in some pretty bizarre just-got-out-of-bed get-ups.
Though, scott - answer the door. We all are now dying to know what he wanted.
At least you answer the phone, I hate some of the people that call us. We get these people wanting to talk to us but the concept of my taking a message is astonishingly foreign to them.
And I get very few calls anyway, so that does not help. I miss hearing an actual ring, i cannot stand to hear some of this demented electronic tweetling that passes for a ring anymore.
The wonders of call display. I first got it to avoid having to blindly answer calls from my mother, which would always mean at least an hour out of my life when I least expected it.
Now it’s more like: do I want to talk to you right now? If not, just leave a message. I’m not obligated to answer the phone whenever someone calls, just as I’m not obligated to answer the door if someone unexpected knocks.
What I hate, though, are those anonymous calls. I get 000-000-0000 on my call display, with no message. What’s up with that? Or “Unknown name - Unknown number.” Fuck that. Like I’m going to answer that call. I think I should just unlist myself from the telephone book.
Yeah, well, back in college I did it on a theater stage decorated as a beach. With two tons of sand piled on the stage. The advantage? No screeching seagulls shooting shit shots at us. The disadvantage?
Absolutely none. I was doing it on beach.
I don’t answer the door for strangers carrying bibles or those poor kids in fluorescent jackets carrying around crates of candy.
However, I do answer the door for the neighbors, even if I have to go grab a robe. I expect the same courtesy from them. Of course, I don’t go knocking unless I have a good reason.
And a cup of sugar IS a legitimate reason.
Perhaps next time you could just poke your head out and query what the problem is…?