Answering the door

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whats that penis sticking out of dude's head

xp nev mind

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loadin BBs, dog all smelling stuff

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this guy hated his job so much

if you had the neighbor i did, you wouldn't answer the door either. voted ban deeznuts.

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L-R: my car (covered in bird shit), sad bored salesman waiting for his ride, box with his vacuum cleaner

also i love the vacuum dude story

if you had the neighbor i did do ;_;

i hope SOMEBODY ended up buying that vacuum from that poor dude

peopel be just pressing every buzzer on box all the time. fuck answering a buzzer.

I have an entryphone and a buzzer, though the latter doesn't always work. I'll *usually* pick up the phone unless it's the middle of the night. If it's random nutjobs, I can always hang up. Maybe it's rude to hang up on an entryphone, but I think it's pretty rude to ring the doorbell of random strangers.

Usually it is actually the dude come to read the meters, though. Which I like because otherwise they charge me an arm and a leg if they estimate.

i mean maybe it's also worth pointing out here that i'm the type of dude that always answers the phone whether i recognize the number or not.

"maybe it's a new friend!!!"

who doesn't answer their door when someone rings/buzzes/knocks wtf

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i barely answer my phone when i recognize the #

how does you barely answer???

"hel..."

yes. i say "hell" into the phone and then hang up. it's weird that ppl keep calling.

what fresh hell is this?

Our entryphone buzzer is REALLY farking loud so we actually can't not hear it. I think that's half the reason we don't respond to it.

99% of the time it will be someone i don't know and/or don't want to see. the other 1% can call my fucking phone (which gets reception. or if it doesn't OMG WTF I AM NOT ABLE TO BE GOTTEN A HOLD OF THE VERY SECOND YOU WISH O WHAT A WORLD WHAT A WORLD). the whole point of having a private dwelling is so you can choose who you want to have contact with and when.

99% of the time it will be someone i don't know and/or don't want to see. the other 1% can call my fucking phone (which gets reception. or if it doesn't OMG WTF I AM NOT ABLE TO BE GOTTEN A HOLD OF THE VERY SECOND YOU WISH O WHAT A WORLD WHAT A WORLD). the whole point of having a private dwelling is so you can choose who you want to have contact with and when.

^^^^^

I honestly can't think of a single time in the past 10 years when someone I actually know has unexpectedly turned up ringing my buzzer.

This really makes me wonder why, 90% of the time, I have still bothered getting up and checking who's buzzing. Like a whole accumulated 10 hours of my life spent going "who is it?" and getting dead air or incomprehensible mumbling in return, or trying to convince people that seriously, I would know if a dude named Marco lived with me, and he doesn't, unless your friend Marco is a cockroach.

oh man poor marco, his family treats him so bad.

i cant think of a time someone i DONT know has actually knocked on my door

say hi to the other inmates for me

Open package and give 'em a HELICOPTER

it's true tho brooklyn drop-bys are another bag altogether. altho the last few times it was my boyfriend locked out.

99% of the time it will be someone i don't know and/or don't want to see. the other 1% can call my fucking phone (which gets reception. or if it doesn't OMG WTF I AM NOT ABLE TO BE GOTTEN A HOLD OF THE VERY SECOND YOU WISH O WHAT A WORLD WHAT A WORLD). the whole point of having a private dwelling is so you can choose who you want to have contact with and when.

an acquaintance of mine has been showing up unexpectedly (and unwelcome-ly) at an increasingly frequent rate over the past year or so. when i tried ignoring the doorbell, he went round and banged on the window, and then came back every half hour for another couple of hours. it's never anything important, and he never bothers to ask if it's a good time before coming over. this happened three days in a row last week, at which point i felt compelled to e-mail him to let him know that he really must ask me first before coming over. very sick of having my evenings regularly interrupted by his surprise visits.

Man, you people have some shitty friends. I do have a friend who... vvveerrryy occasionally drops by, because she lives down the road (this is such a novelty in a large city like London) But she usually does text first.

I love it when random friends drop by - OK, wait, it is the visit that is random, not the friend.

But it's rare. I'd get annoyed if it happened ALL. THE. TIME.

I'm the first flat in the building and fuckers always buzzing my buzzer to get let in. I do not answer. I just watch them on the videophone until they go away.

i only answer the buzzer if i'm expecting someone food

You phone out for Pizza.

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you rang?

In keeping with my lack of a cell phone, I generally yell "Go away."

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Beware of Morb

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the other aspect of mobile phone ubiquity is that many people don't have landlines, so if their phone's not working for whatever reason (dead zone, ringer off, whatever) there is no alternative to just droppin on in

If someone rings the bell when I'm not expecting anyone, I can look out the bay window in the living room and see them on the steps and decide whether I want to engage with them or let them think I am not at home.

I've come to believe that hiding from the doorbell is just one more avoidant personality trait that doesn't help anyone, least of all myself.

I just don't want to have to walk down the stairs when I can tell somebody to fuck off from right over their head.

A shop near my old work which is run by ESLs has a mat out the front that says NOT WELCOME and they just lay a bit of paper over the word NOT.

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small old shadout mapes lady just at the door was a lovely old dear, but probably the worst saleswoman ever. Didn't even bother telling me what she was selling, just a forlorn "Hiya luv, do you wanna buy owt?"... it could have been anything. Yes, weapons grade plutonium please. and some pegs.

shadout mapes

Read the books and seen the movie but I still had to google that - impressive.

bet she had a PS4 and you've missed out

standard fantasy trope- you always buy what a wizened old lady is selling, and you never take up a wizened old guy's invitation to fight him.

She was selling the spice.

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fuckin mormons or some shit

ha ledge as soon as i typed that i fukn knew someone would go there.

don't be silly, tho- that's shit's only a story

Attention people canvassing door to door for nebulous kids' charity, ignoring the 'no pedlars' sign in a private block less than 500 feet from the world's most famous paediatric hospital: UR DOIN IT RONG.

hey dm, what area of Dublin do you live in. I'm curious b/c I used to live in Rathmines & I honestly can't remember a single peddler dropping by - then again, I did live on the fourth floor, so I actually prob missed out on a bevy of incredible bargains.

sban

uh, am I wrong about you living in Dublin? sry whatevs

:) it's a 'thing'

i'm out in the sticks way out west.

i doubt v much that somewhere plush as rathmines would be a profitable calling ground for door-to-door sellers alright.

If "plush" entails a nightmare of broken & leaking plumbing & a "furnace" that our deadbeat landlord actually once "fixed" w/ rubber bands & a ballpoint pen before once again disappearing for weeks at a time w/o heat in the dead of winter, then I'd hate to endure the conditions in some of the seedier areas! At least out there you can burn peat chips or something ;)

no sympathy for jackeens, if ye want to live on top of each other that close to the brits ye have it coming imo.