Can I come in? No! I'm in a towel! I'm blind!
Sometimes I just walk through; I just show up, as in The Other Sister.
You wouldn't believe that I still have the bikers with the caps to the side at my door, ringing the doorbell.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Going to a party uninvited always has been a negative action. It never has been acceptable. At the very least, it upsets kitchen preparations, parking arrangements, and even details such as space for hanging coats and depositing dripping umbrellas.
Crashing could not be more inconsiderate to a host. It is a negative act because hosts likely have a particular plan for the event, an intention to move guests' attitudes in a certain direction.
I think he came to the front door and rang the bell, and Maggie let him in, and he said he had forgotten his key; so I think she must have been down stairs.
Sometimes people just show up, which is kind of scary. And then you are like, 'Okay guy... got to leave'.
A girl phoned me the other day and said... 'Come on over, there's nobody home.' I went over. Nobody was home.
