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Not amused

D’ya know what’s really startling? It’s when you decide to go to sleep early and you’ve just drifted off when suddenly someone starts banging on your front door as if the world is just about to end. You and the kitty next to you practically levitate and look around wild eyed, trying to catch your collective bearings. And then discover that there is no one at the door. Kids? Prank? I dunno. Now I’m wide awake. Nuts.

Posted on 10/01/05 at 10:43 PM
 




pablo

I’m not admitting anything, but I might have been guilty of that in my wild youth. I can acknowledge that it wasn’t me at your door last night.

Sorry about that. I know what you mean about drifting away to sleep.

United States   Posted by pablo on 10/02/05  at  09:39 AM





Kate

It must be a rite of passage. They call that doorbell ditching around here. I disabled the doorbell a long time ago. When all the boys the lad’s age grew up, it stopped for a few years. We have a new crop of early adolescent kids now. Most of them are girls this time around.

United States   Posted by Kate on 10/02/05  at  09:55 AM





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