But, they scared the hell out of me first.
I was in the bathtub when they first knocked on the door. When I got out, I looked out the front window and didn’t see anyone on the porch, or a car in front of the house, but the dog was acting like someone was still out there. I figured that it was somebody selling something, and they had moved on to the neighbors house. I let the dog out in the backyard, then went to get dressed. Then somebody started banging on the door hard enough to make a picture fall from the wall. There was laughing, and a deep voice said “open this damn door”. Then he kicked the door, and more laughing. They must’ve been so sure that nobody was home, that they were just goofing off. But DAMN! And it wasn’t until after the kick that I detected a child’s voice.
Imagine their suprise when I opened the door. The little one was ready to jump out of his skin. The big one, who looked about 16, asked if I wanted to buy some candybars.
I said “What the hell you kicking my door for?” He was white as a sheet, but repeated his question. I said, “Why were you yelling and kicking my damn door?!?!” They both said “sorry”, and just stood there with their mouths open. I told them that they scared me to death, and no, I didn’t want any candybars.
I’m still shaking. There are several people in this neighborhood, that would’ve had a gun waiting for those kids when they opened the door.
What the hell were they thinking?
Like so many people, they were 100% sure that you couldn’t possibly be doing anything more important than rushing to answer the door for them.
Because all people keep exactly the same hours, and nobody takes a bath or shower during the day, and nobody ever naps or stays home from work or school, too sick to get out of bed. They know this, thus they were understandably angry when you didn’t open up promptly.
Hells bells-now you’ve gotta call 911 right away, all skeeved out, go to the ER with palpitations of the colon and such, and then call on Johnny Cockring to sue them little sumbitches for pain, suffering, buggery, attempted mopery, inability to floss between meals and the heartbreak of sore-assisis.
You’ll be on Orca Winfro and all the other impotent shows!
I think he’s referring to the woman who sued a couple of teenage girls who were apparently dropping off cookies in the neighborhood. They knocked, but didn’t answer when she asked who it was, so the woman subsequently sued them for the trauma inflicted by… well I dunno what by, but she says she was traumatized.
Last year I was home sick on a saturday afternoon. I was napping and some JWs came by. They knocked politely at first, but then they banged the heck out of my door. I went off of them both. They apolgized, but I told them if they came back I would call the police.
You probably didn’t catch the name, but it would be interesting to contact the organization for which they’re selling the candy and advise them of the kids’ selling tactics.
Yes, but remember Steve Dallas’s first rule of successful litigation: Never sue poor people; they don’t have any money.
What is she going to get, some cookies? :rolleyes:
Hillbilly Queen, that sucks. Hopefully you’ve put enough of a fear of you into them that they’ll be a little more respectful as they continue their rounds…
I’ve been fortunate that the kids who come around are very polite, though some don’t know their own strength when they knock. What concerns me is how young some of them are, to be going to strangers’ houses without an adult.
Well at least you don’t have to worry about them ever coming back. Hopefully they will tell their friends also and then you will be spared. I did the mistake of being the “one guy that buys a ton of stuff”. Seriously, a little girl came by one day selling those god aweful pearsons nut roll things. Bought the whole box out of pity. Next thing you know, she and neighbor kids were always coming by selling stuff.
