Door: *knocking sound*
Me: the audacity.
Once, a door to door salesman knocked on my door. I answered, expecting someone else; once the nature of the visit became clear, I told him that I was in the middle of a meeting (which was actually true) and that he should come back later (which was not).
I was thoroughly surprised when he returned a day or two later.
He CAME BACK?! That is horrifying. Are you okay? You are very brave to be able to speak about this harrowing experience.
(seriously, ugh, fuck that)
Door bell rings
“Goddammit. What now!?”
I mean this but unironically, who tf is rolling up to my door without calling first? First of all, I don’t wear pants at home, so I need time to prepare
I am the one who calls.
Well, that got me more than I like to admit.
Pls call me, I’ll pick up instead of texting back forever later
/unfriend
of the spam kind 99% of the time
