Yes, someone ringing my doorbell late at night and then running away before I can get to the door is alarming. I don’t like it. Maybe you’d like it, but it disrupts my peace, wakes up my kids, and I don’t like the feeling that someone is targeting me for their one-sided enjoyment. It’s fucking creepy.
We don’t have a doorbell cam because we live in a dystopia and I don’t want the cops or the government to have visual access to my front door at all times.
I live just outside of Houston, and I’ve had kids play ding-dong ditch at my house, and honestly it’s fucking creepy. It wouldn’t bother me during the daytime, when people are around and there are often children playing on my street. But it only happens late at night, when my two little kids are in bed. I check outside and they’re gone. My street is well-lit, but I never see them running away. There’s a green space nearby that they must be running to, but there’s nothing to hide behind there.
Anyway, it’s creepy as fuck. I really hate it. If I caught the kid in the act, I’d probably get real serious at him and try to get him to stop. But I’d never point a gun at him. I hope he trips while he’s running and busts up his teeth, but I don’t want him to die.
The murderer here is completely unhinged.
I’ve never liked most of their food, but you used to be able to get a hot, cheap, and quick meal there. And at least the fries were tasty, and the Coca-Cola was perfect.
In the 80s and 90s, going to McDonald’s felt like a guilty pleasure. It felt cheap, but you were in on it so it was ok.
Now it feels cheap at your expense. It’s sparse, like they’re providing the minimal viable product. The fries are garbage, the Coke is garbage, and the service is garbage.
I’m not.