Twas 8 am on the day after Xmas...

when I discovered that I have a doorbell. Any God-fearing citizen w/ any bit of sense would ring once, maybe twice and realize one of two things: a. the occupants are at work or b. the occupants are trying to sleep an extra hour b/c it's their day off and they're trying to enjoy it. After the fifth or sixth ring I realized that this asshole wasn't going to leave. Turns out they were looking for Joe. When I told them that I wasn't Joe and that a Joe didn't live here they gave me a look of disdainful disappointment like it was my fault that my parents didn't name me Joe. I about slapped them in the forehead w/ my festive yule log but "tis the season" so I just went back to bed.