Unlocked doors, Unannounced visits

SeaBreeze said:
I grew up in the city, and everyone kept their doors locked, I still do today especially at night. If someone wants to come in, they just knock or ring the doorbell, not a difficult task. I could never be one of those people who have a revolving front door, where neighbors and visitors just wander in whenever they like. I'm not always dressed for company...Ameriscot, I doubt if you look like a shaggy old granny just because you're wearing a tee shirt, lol...I'm often in tee shirt and sweats or shorts around the house, and even I don't look that bad! :p
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Saggy, SB. Gravity is cruel.
 
My front door is always locked.
Mainly because of my yellow lab. As a puppy, 8 years ago, when the front door would open, he would race out and take off! ....the grandkids would fling the door open and forget to close it when they ran into the house.

So I just got into the habit of keeping the door locked from then on. I have everyone trained now. :)
 

I don't like it when people come over unannounced. And most everyone I know is aware of that. They know not to even DARE showing up at my house without calling me first, hahaha.

I don't really remember how it was when I was a kid. I know we had a lot of visits from relatives, but I don't think they just walked into the house without knocking. Except for my Uncle Gene, who came over every Monday night. We knew he was coming, so he'd always just walk in the back door.
 
I live in the last house, on a dead-end dirt road. Other than the people that live here, very few cars come down here. You know when it is a strange car. Even so, I lock my front door at night. I do not have any unannounced visitors. My children usually will call first. Only to be sure I am at home. Do not knock, just call out as they walk in.
Growing up, no one locked doors. Our town was a dry town and the last one on the trolley line. The trolleys only ran until midnight. One night we came home very late and I went straight to my room. Going into the bathroom I saw a man sleeping in the bathtub. He was drunk, must fallen asleep on the trolley and got thrown off at the last stop. Walked numerous blocks to our house...up our hill and up to the third story bathroom. Now we would call the police. Life was so different then. My father put him in a spare bedroom, to sleep it off. Then saw he got the first am trolley out.
 
I learned quite a few years ago to always lock my doors. My husbands nephews wife would walk into my house unannounced all the time. She had a baby and said she was tired and needed a nap. She would lay down and fall asleep and leave the baby for me to watch. After putting up with that for a few weeks ,I started locking my door,closing my drapes and I even stopped answering the phone in case it was her. Thank Goodness for locks and answering machines. They saved me from hitting her over the head.
 

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