The doorbell at my house usually doesn’t work . It’s a battery powered device . The button , stuck out there on the front porch , usually does nothing . I think , from time to time , to replace it . On the other hand , a broken button keeps unwanted solicitors at bay ; at least confused , and eventually discourages them .
I watch them from behind a curtain sometimes, those hopeful hawkers of whatever , sometimes . For a few seconds I consider feeling like a peeping Tom , or a nosy old neighbor , or some creepy character from a horror flick , but almost immediately I get over it . After all , they are the ones who’ve intruded on my space . Yeah ?
They push the (broken) button and wait . They try pushing the button again . I think that they listen then for movement inside the house . They didn’t hear a bell or chimes sound . Then they try to knock , but the security screen door makes a knock on the door impossible . Some of them knock weakly on the door frame . Most often the screen door is then rattled. Then another minute of waiting . Then arrives final resignation and retreat . Some hang on longer than others . Religious people seem to wait the longest . They have more faith than the others , evidently .
When I buy a new doorbell button I’ll have to post a little NO SOLICITORS sign above it . Or , I guess I could post a sign that simply says NO , and just leave it at that .
A ‘No’ uttered from deepest conviction is better than a ‘Yes’ uttered to please , or worse , to avoid trouble —–Mahatma Gandhi .