Day 20 of 200: Do Not Come & Knock on My Door

You know who had the right idea? People with moats.

I was in the middle of lunch (French toast and finishing Megan Abbott’s good but too drawn out for me Give Me Your Hand) when suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my door.

I got up, checking to see if I had missed a text from someone announcing their impending arrival. I did not. I stooped to peer out the peephole, which is about nipple height and annoying, to find a random dude I did not know on the stoop. For a second I thought about opening the door to see what he wanted, but then I didn’t. I didn’t invite this dude over. I didn’t know who he was, and if it was important there were other ways to contact me.

Of course, now I have guilt and I don’t know why. Is it a female-need-to-please thing? A Minnesota-nice thing? A oh-my-god-I’m-a-real-deal-agoraphobic-thing?

Then I remind myself I’m a single woman who lives alone and I don’t have to answer the door to anyone, and maybe ax-murders have gotten really polite with their door knocking so it was smart to ignore that guy.

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1 Comment

  1. Betty 13.Aug.18 at 10:53 pm

    You are right, you don’t have to answer the door. This time of year the most likely door knocker is someone campaigning. You’d think they would have literature to leave behind, though.

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