door_to_door raze i never open the door for these people. it's nothing personal. i just don't have any interest in the shit they're shilling. i'm not sure what moves me to make an exception this time. maybe it's the woman's face. something earnest in her eyes. she's wearing a red parka that makes her look like a blood-soaked marshmallow. i don't think she tells me her name. if she does, it's gone as soon as i hear it. i expect her to say she's going around asking for donations. that isn't why she's here. the company that's paying her minimum wage to freeze her ass off on the second day of spring is offering free quotes on new doors and windows. she asks if we've ever replaced either one of those. i tell her jerry had some new windows put in upstairs a while back. and we had to get another front_door after the first one got kicked in by crackheads. she asks what happened there. i go ahead and tell her. she drops the pretense of professionalism and says, "holy fucking shit. are you fucking kidding me?" she says it's the craziest thing anyone's told her in all the time she's been knocking on doors. i can already feel panic pricking my brain, and all i did was tap on the scar as gentle as i was able. i get a brochure i'll never look at. she gets someone else's story to sit with. even trade. 240321 what's it to you? who go blather from