This just happened. I'm in the kitchen checking the food in our brand spanking new toaster/convection oven when someone comes along and rings the doorbell. Not once, not twice, but doing it so it goes ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, followed by pounding loudly on the door. Needless to say, this scared me, which I will explain.
It scared me because when I first moved here, I lived alone. About a month into living on my own, someone came pounding on my door at 2am, looking for someone who didn't live there anymore. It scared me (me, single female in new city that I was rapidly discovering was a bad part of town), and I had to call the police to get the guy to go away. I didn't live there for much longer (mostly because the rental office didn't want to renew my lease because I didn't have "steady work") and moved in with Da Dairy Druid not too long after that.
Anyway, I peek out the window by the door and see it's a UPS delivery guy. I open the door and tell him that he only needs to ring the doorbell, knock the door once.
He just shrugs and asks for my last name, mumbling something about the streets not being marked/lit up right. Yes, it is 7:30 at night, but the streets here are fairly lit up.
I am going to need to remember to tell my DME not to ship to my home anymore. This is also another reason why I don't have things shipped to home anymore.
ETA: the toaster oven worked like a charm. Fish sticks, mmmmmm.
It scared me because when I first moved here, I lived alone. About a month into living on my own, someone came pounding on my door at 2am, looking for someone who didn't live there anymore. It scared me (me, single female in new city that I was rapidly discovering was a bad part of town), and I had to call the police to get the guy to go away. I didn't live there for much longer (mostly because the rental office didn't want to renew my lease because I didn't have "steady work") and moved in with Da Dairy Druid not too long after that.
Anyway, I peek out the window by the door and see it's a UPS delivery guy. I open the door and tell him that he only needs to ring the doorbell, knock the door once.
He just shrugs and asks for my last name, mumbling something about the streets not being marked/lit up right. Yes, it is 7:30 at night, but the streets here are fairly lit up.
I am going to need to remember to tell my DME not to ship to my home anymore. This is also another reason why I don't have things shipped to home anymore.
ETA: the toaster oven worked like a charm. Fish sticks, mmmmmm.


The driver never got out of the truck.
: with pills?", I responded with my neighbors last name he nodded that is who he wanted. I told him wrong driveway and kinda figure my neighbor for a dealer at that point.


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