I love the front door to my house. It seems pretty unassuming, but once you get it talking it just won’t shut up.
I’m still not exactly sure what it is trying to say to me but it tries to communicate on a daily basis. For the life of me I can’t decipher it, but I’m not going to stand there with a clipboard or call in the linguists to try and figure out what it wants from me.
For the time being I’m just glad to have exchanges as I enter and exit the house.1
It goes without saying that I am the only resident of this house who enjoys all the chatter from the door. ↩