Please Don't Come On In

Wednesday, June 06, 2012
A few days ago I was preparing lunch for Oliver. I was in the kitchen, and as per usual, Oliver was watching The Bubble Guppies. I suddenly heard the chime that alerts us when a door is opened and hear Oliver say, "Hi!". I turned to see Oliver and the dogs running to the door. I hurredly make my way to the living room and see an elderly man standing in my house. He was a bit dazed and informed me he just hit my car but, "only scratched it".

I escorted him out of the house to see what happened. I was pretty certain that he didn't hit my car as it was parked in our driveway, but was fairly certain he hit our neighbor's car, which was parked on the street in front of our house. Which turned out to be the case.

The damage was minor but the elderly man was clearly not coherent and an ambulance was called.

I was totally shaken up because he just walked into our house. I like to keep the door open to let in sunlight. There are a lot of old, tall trees in our area and they provide a lot of shade and make for a darkened house.
The entry in question. When I am at home the "main" door is opened and it is just the glass door to the outside. 99.9% of the time the french door that is opened is closed. I often find servicemen standing in this room after they have rung the doorbell (which is outside).

The elderly man actually walked into our house, and I know he wasn't of sound mind, but it isn't the first time it has happened. It has happened several times. We have what I would call an entry, where we have a closet and I store all winter coats, gloves and mittens. I consider this area inside my home, but it would seem many don't. On several occassions, I have heard our doorbell ring only to find a deliveryman, serviceman or neighbor standing in this area.

WHAT? Don't people wait to be invited in?

I mean, the area is decorated, why wouldn't it be part of my home? Just because a french door encloses the area, doesn't mean that that french door is my main doorway. I don't get it and it has always creeped me out when people just walk on in.

You would think people would know this RIGHT? I thought so, but apparently not.

So, thanks to the unwelcome elderly gentleman who entered my house this week, I was served a reminder to now keep my glass door locked.

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