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rabidsamfanIt's quarter to one in the morning and someone decided to ring my doorbell. So I pull on some clothing and go to see (in case it's a friend in need) and when I get to the building door, I ask, through the door, "Who is it?" (Dialogue is approximated, and omits muttered curses.)
"Mummble mummble". It's a male voice. Not one I know.
"Who is it?"
"Tino."
"You're at the wrong house."
"Wait. Do you know... do you know Arturo?" (His name is on one of the mailboxes just outside the door.)
"He's on the third floor."
"Oh, sorry," (Third floor bell rings above me.)
"And he works nights."
"What?"
"He's not home!"
(Bell keeps ringing.) "Just open the door."
"No!"
"What?"
"I'm not going to open the door. Call Arturo on the phone and stop ringing the bell or I'll call the police."
"What?"
"Go away, or I'll call the police!"
"What?" (Bell is still ringing upstairs.) I retreat to my apartment and double lock the door.
After a minute or two the bell stops ringing... I hope that means he's gone away for the night, but I'm not taking any bets. If my bell rings again I'm dialing 911.
"Mummble mummble". It's a male voice. Not one I know.
"Who is it?"
"Tino."
"You're at the wrong house."
"Wait. Do you know... do you know Arturo?" (His name is on one of the mailboxes just outside the door.)
"He's on the third floor."
"Oh, sorry," (Third floor bell rings above me.)
"And he works nights."
"What?"
"He's not home!"
(Bell keeps ringing.) "Just open the door."
"No!"
"What?"
"I'm not going to open the door. Call Arturo on the phone and stop ringing the bell or I'll call the police."
"What?"
"Go away, or I'll call the police!"
"What?" (Bell is still ringing upstairs.) I retreat to my apartment and double lock the door.
After a minute or two the bell stops ringing... I hope that means he's gone away for the night, but I'm not taking any bets. If my bell rings again I'm dialing 911.
