What kind of people ring your doorbell at 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning? And what is the appropriate response to such rudeness?
Here’s what we did. First, we argued about who was more properly clothed to answer the door. Since, Michael was bare chested and I was in my ratty purple robe, neither of us was suitably dressed.
Then, we talked for a minute or two about who would have the audacity to show up uninvited at 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning when all of the world is either sleeping in, hung over and sleeping in, or in the middle of breakfast?
We were in the third category.
I looked through the peep hole in the front door and saw that it was two older men, dressed in suits.
Strangers.
Friends don’t show up early Saturday morning unless they are helping you move or something.
Mormons, politicians, salesmen, Jehovah’s Witnesses?
We may never know.
We actively ignored them until they went away.
For that matter, they could still be standing there. We don’t know. We don’t care. We opted to ignore them. If they are still out there when we leave this afternoon, maybe we’ll say hi.