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Phnee and the Midnight Visitor
The doorbell rang.
Because I sleep in the basement and it's always impossible to tell what time it is, I confusedly thought that maybe I'd overslept and it was the postman bringing me my long-awaited books. I stumbled upstairs, and ascertained that no, it was still dark out.
I switched on the porch light and looked out the window, to see a man standing in the street. At least he hadn't waited right outside my door, which would have guaranteed that I wouldn't open up. I unlocked the main door, then unlatched the outer door, and we had the following exchange.
Strange Man: "Is this the house of Mr. Lagarde?"
Me: "No, sorry."
Strange Man: "You're sure?"
Me: "Yes. You have the wrong house."
Strange Man: "Well, where is his house?"
Me: *glancing at my watch* "Sir, it's 01:00. I'm going back to bed."
Strange Man: *insisting* "But which house is his?"
Me: "Look, I don't know him."
Strange Man: "But he said he lived on Hamilton! He's the master electrician!"
Me: "I still don't know him. Hamilton is a long street. I can't help you."
Strange Man: "But he said it was right near the pre-school!" [let it be noted for the record that there is no preschool near me that I know of]
Me: *shrugging* "I still can't help you. Good night."
Strange Man: "Oh. Sorry for waking you!"
Me: "Goodbye." *shuts door and goes back to bed*
I mean, seriously. What person in their right mind randomly rings a doorbell at 01:00 in the morning looking for a master electrician?
Because I sleep in the basement and it's always impossible to tell what time it is, I confusedly thought that maybe I'd overslept and it was the postman bringing me my long-awaited books. I stumbled upstairs, and ascertained that no, it was still dark out.
I switched on the porch light and looked out the window, to see a man standing in the street. At least he hadn't waited right outside my door, which would have guaranteed that I wouldn't open up. I unlocked the main door, then unlatched the outer door, and we had the following exchange.
Strange Man: "Is this the house of Mr. Lagarde?"
Me: "No, sorry."
Strange Man: "You're sure?"
Me: "Yes. You have the wrong house."
Strange Man: "Well, where is his house?"
Me: *glancing at my watch* "Sir, it's 01:00. I'm going back to bed."
Strange Man: *insisting* "But which house is his?"
Me: "Look, I don't know him."
Strange Man: "But he said he lived on Hamilton! He's the master electrician!"
Me: "I still don't know him. Hamilton is a long street. I can't help you."
Strange Man: "But he said it was right near the pre-school!" [let it be noted for the record that there is no preschool near me that I know of]
Me: *shrugging* "I still can't help you. Good night."
Strange Man: "Oh. Sorry for waking you!"
Me: "Goodbye." *shuts door and goes back to bed*
I mean, seriously. What person in their right mind randomly rings a doorbell at 01:00 in the morning looking for a master electrician?
Opening The Door
Please don't do that.
Not at 1:00 AM.
Not at any time.
I talk to people I don't know through an open kitchen window near the door.
Not the door.
Get a judas if you don't have a window, but don't open the door.
Re: Opening The Door
The man was in the street, a good twenty feet away. There was plenty of time to shut the door. Besides, if I never opened the door, I'd never get my books delivered. ;)
Montreal is a pretty safe place, overall. I'm not altogether worried about opening my door once I've checked through the window to see who it is.