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30DW2-2 - Day 15: Or Else

Well we've passed the half-way mark in Nicky and Mike's 30 Days of Writing II Minus 2. Now that's such a mouthful I've taken to calling this month of torture 30DW2-2. Sorta sounds like a motor oil, I know. Kinda like better living through higher viscosity.

Anyway, on to today's prompt...or else. Ha, ha. See what I just did there. Or else Nicky'll come after me waving her fresh baguettes (is that a euphemism?) and tossing a couple of wheels of Oka cheese.

Now here's a little tale that rings true. We have a phantom doorbell. A few years back I bought one of those battery-powered doorbells to replace one that didn't work. You know, one that works on some kind of radio frequency. It was great. Put a little battery in the button and a couple of big ones in the bell and...voila...we had a working doorbell.

Well until something weird happened. Mrs D and I would be watching TV in the evening and the doorbell would ring. But when one of us would get up to answer the door (usually Mrs D 'cause I didn't want to miss a minute of House Hunters International) no one would be there. This began happening with increasing frequency (no pun intended) at all times night and day until one day in frustration I ripped out the batteries and posted this little note on our door...

When the time comes to replace the note on the door because the weather has worn away the writing I really can't make up my mind on what kind of note to post.

I could rewrite the same note, which seems to work fine, or else I could post this one...

I'm kinda leaning towards the latter. It has a certain ring to it, don't you think?

Now if you're just knockin' about get yourself over to Nicky and Mike's place at We Work For Baguettes and Oka cheese and check out what those other idiots have come up with today...or else.


Cadeaux said…
I like the last note. I'd do that...but no one ever rings my broken doorbell - so it would be a waste of paper.
nonamedufus said…
How do you know they never ring it, if it's broken?
Nicky said…
I want you to use the second note. Then I want to come over and yell ding dong really loud. :-)
Nora Blithe said…
I don't know what was funnier the motor oil comment, the House Hunters International comment or the final note. Thanks for repairing me after the unexpectedly depressing post over at We Work For Cheese! :)
Ziva said…
Definitely the latter! In fact, I'm going to put up a note like that myself, even though my doorbell works just fine.
Linda R. said…
I vote for the 2nd one, too. You are rockin' these prompts.
Linda R. said…
You make a good point!
nonamedufus said…
I look forward to it.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, yeah, that was a bit of a bummer wasn't it? Extremely well written, but so sad. Glad I could cheer you up.
nonamedufus said…
It's a great note isn't it.
nonamedufus said…
Thanks, Linda. I know it's February and a little late but it's my way of ringing in the new year.
P.J. said…
I would love to be walking by your house and see some nut job on the porch yelling "ding dong!" Then I'd realize it was probably Nicky waving her baguette and I'd really see the absurdity in it all!
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, "nut job" pretty much describes Nicky.
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
I'm pretty sure Nicky's baguette's aren't fresh anymore. I'm not saying I wouldn't break bread with her. Just commenting on the freshness issue.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, I know. The years haven't been kind to Nicky. She's pretty crusty these days.
Boom Boom Larew said…
Better living through higher viscosity! I like it! I also like the second Ding Dong note best. Because you can never go wrong with a good Ding Dong.
nonamedufus said…
Um, we are talking about the doorbell and not a small chocolate snack cake, right?
Shawn Ohara said…
But did you install the door answering machine yet?
KZ said…
If that baguette line turns out to be euphemism, then I'd be very interested to hear more about this. Also, you should definitely go for the "ding dong" sign. That's just so much more "you", you know?

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