PHOTO PROMPT© Roger BultotWHO’S THAT KNOCKING AT MY DOOR?
I took Psychology as a major, and got a job as an Uber-Eats driver. The two fit like pliers handles. The most intriguing are hotels/motels. I knock on the door and often get, Who is it? I wanna say, it’s your damned pizza. Who were you expecting?
With a glimpse inside some rooms, the answer might be – a hooker, Border Patrol, irate management, FBI, an exorcist priest, or all of the above. Many of the paranoid use the peephole. Sometimes I put my eye about an inch from the lens. Once, I had to slide the pizza in vertically.
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I’m keeping notes. I’m pretty sure there’s a bestseller in there somewhere. 😉 😯
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If you’d like to join the fun, go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
Click the title to hear The Genies do another oldie but moldy goldie.
Peep holes are so last century. Now we can see who’s at our door from our phone… 500 miles away. And you know what? The Jehovah Witnesses are still annoying.
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Amen to that, Sister! Door to door home solicitation has pretty much disappeared – no more Fuller Brush, or Watkins Products, or even booking a Tupperware party – although I did get solicited by a young Negro fellow at a motel in Detroit.
We’ve had the inevitable Girl Scouts/Guides selling cookies or chocolates, real estate agents who sold a nearby house, and Bell Canada reps hawking fiber-optic service and high-speed internet, but in 20 years at this house, we’ve never had a JW. Praise the Lord! 😉 😯
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I bet they see a thing or two!
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They’re like doctors, or priests – or Sergeant Schultz. I know nothing! NOTHING!! 😆
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Ha ha. Very amusing!
Speaking of unusual jobs, it occurs to me that the nature of employment is now changing even more rapidly. Many are fleeing menial jobs like fast-food and driving because the pandemic has revealed alternatives. I predict that automation will continue to accelerate and as it does, the expense of any kind of human services to also accelerate. Asimov’s positronic brains can’t be far off, eh?
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Technology continues to drive so many social changes. Future houses, and even apartments, may be designed with protruding platforms or boxes to accept deliveries of groceries, meds, and Amazon packages.
If we could just get some of those positronic brains implanted in citizens, we might prevent a recurrence of Trump, or his evil twin. 😯 😉
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It sounds like there could be. Keep taking notes!
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I am, but I can’t read my own writing. Does pervertted have one T – or two?? 😉 😯
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That was entertaining!
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I am so happy that you stopped by to read, and thought so. 🙂
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You would think that a Pizza letter box would be fitted at the bottom of doors these days. I mean who has time to open the door?
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If you don’t have time to open the door, you don’t have time to eat the pizza. Besides, very thin burglars might sneak in that way. 😉 😆
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I wanted to read another 100 words.
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Ohhhh! The editing??! I could have included another 100. I already sneaked the book reference in, over the limit, and under the punctuation. Stop back again next week to see if Erato has blessed me again. If not, there’ll be a list of creative, amusing lies – in my own humble opinion. 😉 😎
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The stories they could tell..
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If only I could get a look at them, as themes for future FFs. 🙂
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🙂
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LOL I got a chuckle out of this one. People do things in hotel rooms they would never do at home.
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I’ve done security at a couple of local hotels. I think that may have been where the inspiration for this story might have bubbled up from. 😳
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🙂
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You could write Confessions of a Pizza Delivery Boy. Do you remember the Confessions books?
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I remember them only vaguely. I never indulged – even in a motel room. 😉 😆
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