Daily Post: Circuitous Paths – A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.
Are you kidding? Even though I live in a fairly ‘safe’ rural neighborhood, I am an older female and I do not open my door to strangers, especially if I am home alone. If someone rings my doorbell, I go to the hallway and look toward the etagere which stands in the corner of the dining room where reflections of the front porch are clearly projected through the sheer curtained windows.
The dogs are already looking out the front windows, barking, snarling, growling, “Go away!” Further translations include, “We don’t want you here!”
Depending upon the persistence of the stranger, they do finally leave but not until they place a flyer of some sort in the handle of the storm door.
Call me chicken or paranoid, but, I read and listen to the news, “bad guys” case neighborhoods and I refuse to be a victim.
Sorry Bud, try the next house.