Do you answer the door? Always?

My home is my castle, though perhaps cave is a better word. Castle implies formal surroundings where everyone dresses for dinner. In a cave, however, you would not be surprised to find people running around in their underwear and eating without utensils.

My home is my cave.

If I know you are coming over, I will put on a bra and clothing fit for public consumption. If you arrive unannounced, well, shame on you. Your punishment will be the indelible visual of a braless me wearing PJ’s or shorts and a tank top that leave nothing to the imagination. Sexy at twenty, perhaps, but just plain horrifying at forty three. Serves you right, home crasher.

Often I do not even answer the door. I tiptoe up to the peep hole to see if I recognize the invader. If not, I usually just tiptoe away. This was easier when I used the family room at the back of the house as my TV room. Now that I watch TV in the front room, I am more easily busted.

Today I slept late. The doorbell rang as I watched my Olympics recording and enjoyed my first cup of tea. I tiptoed to the peep hole anyway because sometimes I do not answer even if I know they know I am inside. If they are carrying a clipboard or otherwise look like they are selling something, I really do not care if they think I am rude. My personal space, my rules.

But today it was a trim, white haired lady who looked to be in her sixties, so I opened the door (tank dress PJ’s, unbrushed hair, and all.) Guess what she wanted? She was taking a survey of how people planned to vote on a ballot measure that makes it legal to discriminate against same-sex marriages in California.

No wait, that is not quite right: a ballot measure that promotes gay-bashing.

Dang, that is not it either: a ballot measure that defines marriage as a union between a man and a woman. Yeah, that was it.

And by survey I mean find out if you were against it and try to convince you the error of your ways.

Silver-haired devil: Do you understand they would still have all the same rights as same-sex marriages?
Me: If that were true, then why do we need a ballot measure to legally define the difference?
Silver-haired devil: …
Me: Thanks for stopping by! (cheerfully, as I shut the door)

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That is what I get for answering the door.

So do you always answer your door? How about the telephone?

 

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