Sunday, May 25, 2008

Ring. Knock. Knock. Ring.

Go away. I'm not answering the door. I know you're a kid because I saw the bicycle helmet bob through my front walk. That means you're peddling something, and I don't want to buy. Get the hint and stop ringing and knocking.

4 comments:

Cyn said...

Likely true. Unless perhaps his friend is laying bloodied and bruised somewhere and they need help so he picked a random house. :)

Liza said...

In California, a kid ringing the bell is the front man for the gang waiting just out of sight that is going to become a home invasion robbery--often with fatalities if the homeowner opens the door.

If you want to open the door, do so; however, I'm one of those who just doesn't want to see who's there all the time -- so I agree with Liz: GO AWAY!

Anonymous said...

Hi, Just wanted to let you know your front steps are on fire.

Sincerely,
Friendly Kid

liz said...

Seeing as how there is a distinct difference in urgency of knocking when an emergency is occurring, I deemed it to be a kid peddling something.

Of course I would have answered the door if the situation seemed to warrant it.

This happened both days this weekend. I didn't actually see the person on the second day as I was in the back of the house. I've recently been caught by Mormons as well, and I just don't feel like having another conversation with them where they just won't leave.

My house, my choice. If it's that important, they'll leave me a note.