(Singing) Don't ring my beeee-llllll, don't ring my bell

This is the second night in a row someone has shown up at the front door of the house around midnight asking for help. Last night it was some guy looking for money to buy gas to pick up his girlfriend in Denton. Tonight it was someone new, who spoke only Mexican. He wanted my help to get food.

I see this getting old real fast if it keeps up.

Oh how I long for the days a week or two ago when a mysterious stranger taped a walkie-talkie to the front column and played static through it for a couple of hours while we wondered what the noise was.