It drives me mental when the mail delivery/UPS/FedEx person rings the doorbell or knock on the door loudly, aggressively, and more times than once. Like, ringing ten times. Like, issuing “a cop knock“. I wanted to burst into tears when they did it just after I got an infant to go to sleep. I wanted to ignore it when I just got out of the shower and they are desperate to deliver their package. When it happened recently, I yanked open the door and gasped, “OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED?! IS MY HOUSE ON FIRE? DID YOU CALL THE POLICE? WHAT’S THE EMERGENCY? DID YOU SEE A BURGLAR ESCAPE FROM MY SECOND STORY WINDOW?!” The UPS dude was embarrassed enough (whether by my antics or his own bad etiquette) to smile sheepishly. When he smiled, I calmed down and advised him, “you know, one ring is really enough. I’m old. It takes me a while to get downstairs, find the key, and open the door.” He promised he would never do it again.
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