Thursday, June 28, 2018
But I'm a Community Organizer!
But he's a kid. So I smile through the glass and say "Sorry, I don't open this door to strangers, you are welcome to leave a brochure on the porch chair!"
He looks and says "I'm not a stranger! I'm a community organizer!"
He holds up his e-tablet thing and a clipboard. His hand is shaking, probably coming down off of this afternoon's dope or drug of choice.
I say, "anyone can buy a clipboard, That's how home invasions happen every week in Chicago". He shook his head like he didn't understand.
I repeat myself though in a firm but pleasant tone. "I'm not opening my door to some guy I don't know, sorry!"
He's totally obvious to the fact that he has a pissed off redhead and an 80-pound bundle of teeth on the other side of the door. There was something about this guy she did NOT like, as normally she only barks at the UPS truck. I sensed zero hostility, Honestly, I thought he was just still a bit high.
He looks totally puzzled and finally just leaves. When he is away from the porch I open the door and say "Son, there ARE no "safe spaces" and shut the door.
I probably made him cry.