When Doorbells Ring

You're having a perfectly good day, reading a good book or maybe this month's Model Railroader, playing with the cat, munching a few Fritos, then it happens: the doorbell rings.

Doorbells don't ring that often anymore.  It used to be fun "I wonder who that could be coming by to visit?"  Now it's just a royal pain.  Even Tiger, the Wonder Cat growls (!) and runs off.  My Sainted wife, rather than opening the door, peeks out a nearby window to decide if she's home or not.

Its the 21st century - who rings doorbells?  Apparently because we live in a wealthy college town, we get a lot of kids selling magazines to work their way through school.  At $250,000 a crack, there isn't a person alive who could even make a dent in it selling magazines in a town of 9,000 households.

Just be honest - it's your beer and grass budget for the year.