Anonymous wrote:I remember when I first moved to the NoVa suburbs, I attempted to meet my neighbors in my condo building by knocking on their doors. Nobody answered, ever. Coming from a smaller southern city, this was very odd to me. Fast forward many years later, now I'm living in DC proper, and I HATE when people knock unexpectedly. Do I ignore and risk someone I know being offended? Do I answer and risk being robbed or worse? I realized that I'm fully in the camp of if you didn't call or text beforehand, you are not welcome. No more causal drop-bys. At 11pm on a Friday night, there was a knock on my door. I had just had a conversation with a neighbor while walking my dog, and I figured it was the neighbor following up, so I let down my guard and answered. An elderly man was at the door, asking for work. I live close to homeless encampments, and it's a pretty high-crime neighborhood. I had no work for this man, and I felt bad and doubly worse because I was missing some spirit of holiday charity, but my demeanor during the entire exchange was guarded, door cracked, ready to react in self-defense if required.
The longer I live in this city, the more detached from humanity I feel.
What was the nature of your 11 PM conversation with your neighbor that required 'following up'?