Captivity
I met with a contractor today to install a new front door the replace the one chewed up by would-be burglars. Well, I suppose they aren't "would-be," since I also met with a detective who told me they know who has been hitting the neighborhood the last couple of months. They are just trying to get enough concrete evidence to arrest them and have it stick.
The contractor is going to install a steel fire door, the stylish kind that you usually see gracing the alley behind a restaurant with "Deliveries 8-10 AM" stenciled on it. Unfortunately, the holiday weekend means it may not be installed until Monday or Tuesday, leaving me to sleep in the living room with a shotgun on my lap until then. So it goes.
No, actually, I don't have a shotgun. I do have a really big knife, though. It'll have to do.
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Well, I won't be knocking on your door unannounced this weekend. Wouldn't want to surprise you and become the victim of a startle reaction.
Not to worry. If I manage to get to sleep I sleep pretty soundly. I'm more likely to roll over on it and cut my own throat.
my appartment has a steel fire door too - definitely not stylish (it's just plain white), but safe. makes me feel better about living alone. hm.
regarding this steel door and existing bars...be careful not to create an asylum from which you cannot escape.
you want a shotgun? i'll bring you one, or a pistol or a rifle.
Maybe I'll just cut a lamp cord and tape it to the doorknob. Nah...
Alan, I already feel like I'm living in a cell a lot of the time. That's one reason why I don't want to bar my front door, as has been suggested. It becomes too dangerous.
Hey, don't knock today's steel doors. They're made to look more and more like wood these days.
I like the sound of that steel door. But it does suck that we have to make our homes fortresses 'cause of the numbnuts who'd try to violate our space otherwise.
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