The Chestnut
You approach the side door at the back corner of the building.
You are cautious this time around in your next move.
Do you simply enter freely, as you once could?
What if they aren't in there?
What if it's someone else?
As you ponder your decision, a small red light catches your eye.
The doorbell! You decide to play it safe and press it, to see what happens.
To your dismay, the classic crackly polyphonic tone you once loved is now a bland, crystal clear "ding-dong!" sound emanating from within.
You hear footsteps approach as the door creaks open.
A tired looking man in his 50's gives you harsh stare.
Man: "Whatdy'a want?"
You are cautious this time around in your next move.
Do you simply enter freely, as you once could?
What if they aren't in there?
What if it's someone else?
As you ponder your decision, a small red light catches your eye.
The doorbell! You decide to play it safe and press it, to see what happens.
To your dismay, the classic crackly polyphonic tone you once loved is now a bland, crystal clear "ding-dong!" sound emanating from within.
You hear footsteps approach as the door creaks open.
A tired looking man in his 50's gives you harsh stare.
Man: "Whatdy'a want?"