door knockers

I don't know about you, but I have moments when I know I should feel bad about my actions, but I just really don't. I had such a moment earlier this week as I walked home from a very, very long day at work.

You know those days when quittin' time seems like it's just never going to arrive and release you from the grind? (I actually love my job but when the sun's shining and you've had a great weekend, Mondays can be a bitch.) So, I'd had one of those days and as I walked up my street, the joy of being able to flop on my couch and watch some TV almost made me want to run to the front door. But I was in heels. That wasn't going to happen.

Anyway, as I approached my block, I noticed a man, holding a clip board, coming out from one of my neighbour's front porches. He proceeded to the next house, and by the time I passed him, I noticed he was one of those door knocker types and the stricken look on my neighbour's face told me all I needed to know.

I decided that flopping on my couch could wait another five minutes as I walked around the block, hoping that by the time I arrived back at my front door, the dreaded door knocker would be gone. Feeling pleased and not at all guilty about this decision, I took in the fresh air as I became acquainted with my surrounding area.

I got back to my place JUST AS THE DOOR KNOCKER WAS LEAVING MY NEIGHBOUR'S HOUSE!!!! I was completely distraught. How long did the guy talk for?? I quickly let myself inside, knowing that he'd seen me go in and just waited for the knock that I knew would come. It did. I didn't answer. Oh well.