Knock on the door

[XLMiguel]

RainbowBob et al, to fininsh the story, the two at the door were Hispanic males, mid-30's, one about 5'8" maybe 180#, the other was smaller. I'm 6'3", 250#, played a bit of football at MLB, DE in college, also wrestled in HS, boxed a little in the Army. I ain't bad, but I'm not defenseless, either.

At the time I worked from a home office with a view of he street. They pulled up, opened the hood, didin't bother to look at the engine, just headed straight for the door. Odd.

They wanted to use the phone, 'car trouble, ya know', but I was home alone, did not like their looks, and they weren't coming in. I could tell from their eyes and slurred speech that they were 'on something' .

While I refused to let them in, I did offer to call the Mobil station a few blocks away or anyone else if they had a number for, but nooooo, they wanted in. I had a foot on the door, it wasn't going anywhere. The bigger guy tried to push in, but I slammed the door on his arm, and when he jumped back, I slammed the door closed and locked it, and said I'd call the policia to come 'help' them. They were gone toot sweet. I didn't bother with calling the cops, as there was no shortage of 30ish Hispanics in clapped out Toyotas in Falls Church, VA.

I went out and bought a SIG 228 that weekend, got back into shooting, and got a VA CHP a couple months later.

 

[Evil Monkey]

Hahahahaha!

Where the hell do some of you live! If someone knocked on my door at 9:20pm trying to sell me a steak, I'd bust out laughing! It would be too much for me man, WAY too funny.

"Hey you wanna buy a steak?"

LOL

 

[rainbowbob]

I had a foot on the door, it wasn't going anywhere. The bigger guy tried to push in, but I slammed the door on his arm, and when he jumped back, I slammed the door closed and locked it...

Thanks XLMiguel for the rest of the story. But now I gotta ask: Why did you open the door?

 

[USMC 1975]

If I'm not expecting someone or don't recognize the doorbell ringer, I don't even open the door anymore.
After all, it's never anybody trying to tell me I've won the lottery.

I used to do the same thing. Then a buddy of mine who is a LEO said " always make sure you let them know your there ".

It is one of the tool's burglars use to enter your home. They knock, bang or ring the bell. No answer and they think no ones home and will break in. Actually, this happens a great deal from what Leo's have told me.

It is better to answer the door locked and loaded and tell them to hit the road then to pretend no ones home. Or simply yell at them out of a window to get lost.

Chris

 

[Markbo]

Dustinthewind... even if that dog of yours is the biggest kissy face love hound on the block, he LOOKS scary! Huge underbite.... one red eye and one green eye... not enough pigment... OMG, he must be evil. We should all have a lap dog like that!

 

[Dustinthewind]

Actually one eye is blue the other is brown, except in pictures. Every camera that I have show his eyes as red and green. And yes he is protective of his property. BTW he is a 90lb white boxer.

 

[Markbo]

I am sure he is a great dog. I have had a boxer and I know they make great pets... my back yard had the patrol trail all around it ... good dogs.

Maybe you could put that pic on the front door with a caption "Just ring the bell, I'll be right out the doggie door!"

 

[IllHunter]

A long time ago...

a couple knocked on the family's summer home door at 0:dark thirty. They claimed car trouble and asked to use the phone. We lwere in a rural area, two miles from town and public phone or gas station. This was circa 1966-7 and times were different. My family included Grand parents, Aunt & Uncle, Mom & Dad and 6 kids. I was 14 my brother & sidekick 12. We smelled a rat and while they were using the phone, sneaked out the back to "recconnoiter". The car was on the street, but no sign of overheating which is what he claimed. We reported to Dad and he steered them out to wait their ride on road. We, all the males were there, talking when the van arrived to pick them up. I being a born paranoid, eyeballed the license plate on the van. In the morning the abandoned car started to smell funky and the police were called. They arrived heard the story and popped the trunk. DB inside really ratched up the drama. The officer suggested to Dad that we be shooed from the area (fat chance) and more police arrived than I knew existed in town. They towed the car after pulling the db and taking statements from the adults. It took all day. Finally when the lead detective was wrapping up with Dad, and had called the phone company to get the nuber dialed, I piped up and asked if they wanted the van plate. I remember the look in the detcetives eyes and firmly believe that if we were alone, he would've punched me. I was pretty cocky. I found out later from a friend whose dad was a fireman that they traced the van to a local address and arrested four in possession of the db's worldly goods and murder weapon. Seems drugs were the issue.
Now I answer the door with even heightened paranoia and with My friends. Boxers rule,me anyway!

 

[mbt2001]

Ill Hunter, that is a pretty pup!

I had a similar experience recently (to OP not your story, which was WILD), ordered a pizza and (a little too soon) there was a knock on the door, wife jumped up and answered it, thinking it was the pizza. Usually, I answer the door and she is close by with a peice (the times we live in...).

Turned out not to be the pizza, some loser talling her that he "was a neighbor". My Boxer heard or sensed something and went up to the door, stuck his head through and growled. The guy wet himself, I then came to the door, told him we weren't interested and shut it.

I am sure the dude was up to 0 good. He keyed on the dog big time, which meant it had to have upset his "mental" plans or something. Dogs sense things that we also sense, but our idea of politeness refuses to let us act on.

 

[ZeSpectre]

You guys are cracking me up. We had a steak-sales scammer swing by our place late one evening (this is years back when I was growing up).

Salesscammer - uh, I'm selling prime cuts/steaks do you want to buy any?

My Dad - (big booming, intimidating voice) What're you some kinda comedian? You do know this is a BEEF FARM don'tcha?

Salesscammer - Uh, what?

My Dad - BEEF FARM, you know, (points to some of our cattle over in a nearby pasture) those 200 head of BLACK ANGUS all standing around over there?

Salesscammer - Oh, um, do you need any tools?

My Dad - Son you just interrupted my family's dinner. I suggest you be on your way before you make me angry.

guy decides it's time to go and gets in his van and leaves.

 

[Markbo]

Now THAT is a funny story right there now!

 

[XDKingslayer]

God I hate door to door steak salesmen. For some reason the ones we have a really, REALLY pushy.

The last one was so overbearing it wasn't funny. Even after I told him no, he kept his speel going. I finally closed the door in mid-sentence and he actually had the nerve to ring the door bell and knock on the door again.

He didn't like my puppy...

 

[Markbo]

I hate door to door steak salesmen

Man you guys have got to stop! This is one of the funniest threads I have ever read in my life!

 

[XLMiguel]

I opened the door about a foot, mostly out of curiosity (and stupidity), I used to be a lot more trusting/naieve. I knew it looked odd, but I figured I could handle it, 3:30 PM in a nice neighborhood in Falls Church, VA. Pretty dumb, in hindsight . . . .

Now days I have a little something in my hand or waistband. Funny how a 1911 in view gets the proselitizers to take the first "no, thank you"