knock knock, anyone home?
The thing about living in HDB flats is that people can just come into the building, and you get different types of people knocking at your door.
In the past, whenever the doorbell rang, I would open the door (but not the metal gate) to see what the person outside wanted. Most of the time the person is trying to sell me something, and I get so sick of hearing sales pitches over and over again.
So nowadays I don’t open the door unless it’s someone I know, the postman, or the indian man that comes to collect the money for delivering the newspapers. I don’t always recognise the later 2 though, but the postman tends to shout “postman!” whenever no one opens the door after he rings the doorbell or knocks on the door. And the indian man only comes towards the end of the month at night time, and he always has this pink stack of billing receipts with him. The bad thing about me not wanting to open the door for random people is that sometimes my parents get something delivered to the house, but they forget to mention it, and I might have made them leave because no one was there to open the door. Oops.
At least I don’t have to listen to sales people or people making weird requests anymore. A few weeks ago there was someone who rang my doorbell, as well as my neighbour’s. My neighbour opened the door, and I heard the man asking to whether he could borrow their toilet. They didn’t let him in of course, and I would have done the same. I don’t see what someone would be doing there unless they were visiting someone, or selling something, and if they were visiting someone, they could surely have used their friend’s toilet. And you can just walk to the coffeeshop 2 blocks away to use the public toilets should you need one anyway.
I guess most people are paranoid about such things after hearing stories about people making similar requests, and ended up robbing the house or something similar.

Valerie. 22.