Yesterday morning, after roomie had left for work, I was slaving away over a hot keyboard when there came a tap-tap-tapping at the front door of Roseholme Cottage. We weren't expecting anybody that I was aware of, so I went to check it out.
Dressed in my stylish early-morning ensemble of sweatpants and tee-shirt, I padded to the front door in my stocking feet, scooping up a S&W .44 from my purse on the way. Peeking through the window in the top of the door showed some chick I didn't know from Adam's housecat standing on the porch. I cracked the door open and peered around it.
"Hi! I'm Something Perky That Ends In An 'i' With A Heart For A Dot! We're doing a neighborhood walk, in association with the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department, offering your neighbors..." *holds up key fob looking thing* "...these personal alarm devices! Would you like to join your neighbors in taking advantage of this offer?"
I glance over at my hand, still hidden behind the door.
"No, I'm good, thanks."
"Oh, okay! Have a nice day!"