Unless I'm expecting a visitor, I almost never go to the door when the doorbell rings. I'll pick up my phone, open my Google Nest app, and see who's on my porch.
If it's somebody I know, I usually open the door. Not always—sometimes, I'm in the middle of something and don't want to be disturbed—though I'll reach out to that person later. If I don't recognize the person, I won't go to the door.
I'm a bit antisocial, you see.
When I work from home (writing my novel, Dark Matter, that is), I sit at a desk with my back to the front window that looks onto our porch. Any visitor who takes the time to look through our sheer curtains can probably see the glow from my computer screen.
I'm probably hidden by my chair, which has a solid back and tall headrest. But if the cats have been at the window and have knocked the curtains, a gap could very well show a visitor that someone is seated on the other side of the glass.
Still, I won't get up to answer the door if I don't feel like it.
Yesterday, our bell rang just after lunch hour. I was working on my novel and didn't even flinch. But I did pick up my smartphone to see who was at the door, without swivelling around and looking with my own eyes, possibly getting the attention of our caller.
I opened my Nest app and saw a young man, tall, thin, wearing khaki shorts and a white golf shirt with what appeared to be a black name tag. At first, I thought he might be a Jehovah's Witness, but his behaviour told me differently.
He appeared to be holding an invisible golf club and was lining up for a drive. Check it out for yourself:
What would he have said if I had come to the door while he was in mid-swing? There was something printed on the back of his shirt, which made me think that maybe he wasn't a JW after all. I couldn't read everything on the back but I thought I saw the word Gutter.
But whether he was selling his religion, golf lessons, or gutter cleaning, I didn't answer the door. Would you?
Happy Wednesday!
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