If you know me pretty well, you know that my Tuesday nights always include watching Gilmore Girls. Yes, I know it's a show geared towards pre-teens, but it's good-really. So, we were sitting in the basement completely engrossed in the latest Rory/Logan love scandal, when our dying door chime started it's annoying whine. We looked at each other in amazement. Aside from planned visitors and the after school fundraising crowd, no one comes to our door. And if they do, we don't answer it. Tonight, we played the you-do-it-no-you-do-it game, and a few minutes after the fact, Matt crept upstairs.
"What should I do?" he asked. (We obviously don't get a lot of company)
He waited, silently poking his head around the corner to see if he could determine the source of the invasion. Nothing. So, he walked towards the door, and spotted a guy standing on the corner with a clipboard. By this time he realized that all of the curtains were open, so the guy was probably looking in and wondering why the heck this yahoo wouldn't answer the door. That's simple. We will answer the door. But only if you call ahead. Especially on Tuesday nights.
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