Waiting on the doorstep is exquisitely embarassing when you're supposed to be a gang enforcer, albeit a treasurer standing in sort of one. What did everyone else do?
I wanted to email Craig to ask, but if anything were even dorkier to your reputation that standing waiting, it'd be being caught crying "What should I do?"
Seriously, though, what exactly should you do? Breaking the glass seems a bit extreme for a first visit. I won't even mention setting up an appointment. I'd heard someone in there, he wasn't not in.
The door was solid glass except for the lock, and I had a clear view of a sparse hallway. I leaned on the bell again, trying to say "I'm hard as nails, let me in or else" with the eerily cheery chiming doorbell.
Finally the door opened. I blinked: I hadn't seen anyone in the hall, but now there was. Tall, slim, wearing an oldish suit and frayed tie, and balding just slightly underneath short hair.
"Good morn," he said. "Do you want to buy any double glazing?"
I wanted to email Craig to ask, but if anything were even dorkier to your reputation that standing waiting, it'd be being caught crying "What should I do?"
Seriously, though, what exactly should you do? Breaking the glass seems a bit extreme for a first visit. I won't even mention setting up an appointment. I'd heard someone in there, he wasn't not in.
The door was solid glass except for the lock, and I had a clear view of a sparse hallway. I leaned on the bell again, trying to say "I'm hard as nails, let me in or else" with the eerily cheery chiming doorbell.
Finally the door opened. I blinked: I hadn't seen anyone in the hall, but now there was. Tall, slim, wearing an oldish suit and frayed tie, and balding just slightly underneath short hair.
"Good morn," he said. "Do you want to buy any double glazing?"