I don't like the doorbell.

[spatch]

Every time one side of the brain suggests something like a nice weatherproof porch cam to see exactly who it is downstairs ringing the doorbell, before we throw on a pair of pants and trudge down from the third floor only to discover it's a nice pair of Jehovah's Witnesses who'd very much like us to read their fine magazine, the other side of the brain rejects the idea as giving in too much to the hermit mindset and not promoting healthy human-human talky-talky interaction and the like.

Even if this morning the doorbell did wake me up and I did throw on a pair of pants and did trudge down from the third floor, only to discover it was a nice pair of Jehovah's Witnesses who'd very much like me to read their fine magazine, causing me to very politely mumble "Nothankyou, nothankyou" through half-open eyelids (didn't even make eye contact! Go me) before shutting the door and going back upstairs.

Next time when the doorbell rings I'm sending the cat.

Comments

[minkrose]

I hear that if you answer the door naked, they don't come back. buuut you'd probably want that webcam before you start trying that.

and people wonder why i live in a dorm. less solicitation!

[lindalee.livejournal.com]

I can attest to that, yeah. Or actually, I was in a towel, but that was sufficient.