I was going to post this yesterday, but I didn’t think it was a great follow-up to the whole “NYers aren’t rude” discussion we had.
There is a way around that, for my particular apartment. Actually, its pretty annoying when people buzz me, so I know that if someone is buzzing my friggin apartment, it’s either someone I don’t know well, someone who hasn’t been to my apartment yet (so I would be expecting them) or the delivery guy.
note: I have a mental list of people I’m cool with dropping by unannounced. With the exception of a handful of people what have not been by my new place yet, if I get a knock on my door and I haven’t made plans with someone, I can assume its either my ‘rents, my homeys, or my buddy.
So I’m home, staring at my dog (we have a staring contest every night when I get home. I cheat so I can win) when the buzzer goes off. I ignore it. It goes off again. I ignore it again. Goes off again.
and it is LOUD. Who is this persistent bastard? I give it a few minutes, and they buzz again so I hit the intercom and say “what?”.
the response is something inaudible, so I say “What!” again. Inaudible. Clearly annoyed, I grab my pit bull and go outside to see who it is (I’m not going to randomly buzz someone into my building, I’d rather square off with them head to head).
It’s this little asian man. I didn’t order any food. So, I tell him “Hey, I didn’t order any food, why are you buzzing my door?”
well, he has a certified letter. For my neighbor.
“Buddy, that’s not me”
“yes it is”
“NO, it’s not”
While this was a lot of fun, I had to end it. I could just picture myself in a never-ending circle, like when I was little and I’d play the “I-know-you-are-but-what-am-I” game to aggravate my sister…so I took the high road and showed him exactly which apartment he was looking for.
And how to get there without using the buzzer. Hope that doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass one day. I hope I didn’t smithe the Lord by not ordering chinese food, I wonder if that was a sign from above. We shall see.