During this annoying little move to the other side of the apartment complex, I transferred the bell my mom had given me when I first moved into my original building. She encouraged me to attach it to my door, kind of like a little alarm system. Anyway, I put the bell up on the door I have now, and started to realize that many people on my floor slam doors. I doubt they’re all having arguments, I know some doors, like the one to the mail room, can’t help it.
Anyway, whenever the doors are slammed, I hear the bell on my door. At first it was a bit alarming because I thought someone was coming through the door. Well when my mom starting coming over last week to wait for the delivery people, she noticed the bell too, and was getting annoyed. She also imagined that my neighbors heard it too, and she didn’t want angry people complaining to me.
On the first day of what I thought would be a delivery day for my cable, internet and phone (we won’t go into that false delivery day, it makes me frown), I came home to have lunch with my mom. I glanced at my door bell and it was stuffed with napkins. It amused me a little more than it probably should, and I said to my mom, “Ah, so you gagged the bell?” My mom confirmed with an air of frustration, “Yes, I gagged the bell.”