This morning, roughly 15 minutes before my alarm was set to wake me, I was roused by the ding-dong of my doorbell. Perplexed and grumpy, I threw on my bathrobe and ran to the door, expecting some kind of crazy emergency, because honestly, WHO rings a doorbell before 7am?!
In the courtyard below me, my obnoxiously loud Nigerian neighbors are walking out of the complex towards the street, clearly on their way to work. There is no one else in sight.
And so I ask, "Did you just ring my doorbell?"
They look up at me like I'm a crazy woman screaming at them in her bathrobe (oh...wait...), and say, with a confused look on their faces as though I just asked them to solve some kind of particle physics problem, that they had no idea what I was talking about.
And all I have to say about that is...SERIOUSLY?! First of all, if you're going to doorbell ditch, there are a couple of rules. Making sure you're not visible in the vicinity of the ditchee is one critical component. Giggling foolishly is also a requirement (and there was certainly no giggling). And finally, if you're going to doorbell ditch someone as a grownup, you should do so at a time that is excruciatingly inconvenient. 4am is generally agreed to be one of the most inconvenient times, but 7? That's just silly!
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I lived in a seriously trashy apartment building a few years ago, filled with drug dealers, so my apartment would get buzzed routinely, in the middle of the night. It always seemed to be someone who was just hitting all the buzzers for someone to let them in. My apartment was right over the entrance, so anyone there could hear me getting out of bed to peer over the balcony, so I just learned to stay still and wait until they went away (once they know you're up, they are relentless, and screaming at them in French AND English never made them go away).
This coping strategy almost went very wrong when my boyfriend flew across the country for a surprise midnight visit - he was kind of freaked out that I wasn't at home at 1 am, and I was kind of freaked out that someone would NOT STOP RINGING MY BUZZER. I eventually peeked out over the balcony and saw a very perplexed boyfriend gazing up at my window.....
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