I just had a random Indian guy at the door. Since my little buzzing thing decided not to work, I had to venture outside my apartment door to see what it was.
You know you're in for a treat when there's a random Indian guy outside smiling at you.
Remember, he's "not here to sell you anything".
I probably should have told him that by turning up to my door and saying "I'm not here to sell you anything," his actions look the contrary. Seriously, why is there a random Indian guy at my door buzzing me if he's not here to sell me something?
If he was here at the convenience of my council or my cat, that'd be fine. But last I heard, Waverly Council is too cheap to send anything my way as a convenience (other than a letter informing me that I owe them more money for having them fuck some other part of Bondi up) and my cat… well… he's insane and wouldn't bother hiring an Indian to do anything.