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Hah!.. funny you should mention that. I don't like being barefoot either, but today I was awoken about a half hour before my alarm today by a few urgent sounding doorbell rings. *Ring ring ring!!! I immediately bolted out of bed and threw on the first thing I saw on the floor... some old black cargo pants from which the button fell off just yesterday.Originally Posted by hissy
I can't go barefoot either- I hate it when the mailman honks in our driveway. I guess I am remembering the time when they actually walked up to the door, pushed the mail through the mail slot, or if they had packages they rang the doorbell. I miss that!
I barely get them zipped up thinking this will just have to do considering the "emergency" outside, so I rush out into the porch and see a blurry shape of a person still outside the porch door. I hadn't even slipped my glasses on so I didn't realize it was only the mail carrier until I opened the door. The world wasn't coming to an abrubt end as I had suspected. I don't know if she felt awkward, but I always thought our mail carrier was... well, male. Now I know. She said I had to sign for something. Then she handed me a form where I have to print and sign.
So... there I am leaning against the wall inside my porch, in the cold, trying to spell my own name correctly and hoping that my pants don't fall off. I hand her back the pen and form, and all I got was a lousy registered mail from my insurance company! The neighborhood wasn't on fire after all. I think next time I'll at least put on a shirt.
Anyway, the only pet peeve I can think of right now is friends who DON'T/WON'T ring my doorbell. I have two friends who insist on using the stupid little knocker on my inside door. I can't hear it if I'm not in the living room.