ethical dilemma
Feb. 12th, 2002 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jinianTonight I got home and the locks on the apartment building had been re-keyed. I knew it was coming, but I'd left my new key inside. There I was in the mail room, with bike and usual bag and bag of books I'd just bought. Whee. There's an easy way to break into the building, so I figured I'd leave my bike and the books and give it a try. First, though, I checked the back door. It was only set closed, so it hadn't locked. Normally, I get mad, but today the person who left it that way is my friend, and I even went so far as to leave it that way myself. It's the only time, though. Next time I see duct tape on that door, it's coming off just as usual.
Just now, of course, I have been given cause to rue my laxity. One of those people who comes in and knocks on our doors to sell things just visited. They always scare me. I had to go check the door, though I wasn't expecting any callers, because it might be someone I know. Might be Wim coming home from his trip, though that would be awfully soon. So I had to go peek through the hole. Typical magazine-or-whatever-selling young black guy, waving manically at me. Eek. No. I am being lazy tonight, sitting around reading in my pajamas, and you can't come in. I won't talk to you at the door, either, especially now that the cats like going out onto the walkway. It always makes my heart race, and then I feel foolish and possibly racist. I think I'd feel better if they didn't knock again after I've looked out. They get in sometimes anyway, but I can't help feeling that I've brought this nervousness on myself by failing to be a hardass about the back door. (*snrk* -- Okay, that came out badly. Leaving it.)
Karma? I dunno. Annoying, that I can tell you for certain.
Just now, of course, I have been given cause to rue my laxity. One of those people who comes in and knocks on our doors to sell things just visited. They always scare me. I had to go check the door, though I wasn't expecting any callers, because it might be someone I know. Might be Wim coming home from his trip, though that would be awfully soon. So I had to go peek through the hole. Typical magazine-or-whatever-selling young black guy, waving manically at me. Eek. No. I am being lazy tonight, sitting around reading in my pajamas, and you can't come in. I won't talk to you at the door, either, especially now that the cats like going out onto the walkway. It always makes my heart race, and then I feel foolish and possibly racist. I think I'd feel better if they didn't knock again after I've looked out. They get in sometimes anyway, but I can't help feeling that I've brought this nervousness on myself by failing to be a hardass about the back door. (*snrk* -- Okay, that came out badly. Leaving it.)
Karma? I dunno. Annoying, that I can tell you for certain.
