A neighbour keeps knocking at the door and I have a pretty good idea of who it'll be, except I am pretending I am not in.
It'll be the elderly neighbour asking me to go buy her Cigarettes, except, I have no intention of going out.
Am I being bad?
It sounds so much better when written by Robbie Burns:
There comes a rattle at the door,
A lassie I’ve heard a time before—
Wi’ weary guess, I ken the knell,
It’s Mistress Jean, I ken her well.
She’ll seek a hand, as oft she will,
Tae fetch her smoke frae ower the hill.
But I, wi’ stealth an’ breath held tight,
Sit dumb and still, hid oot o’ sight.
Nae coat I don, nae keys I seek,
I let the knock gang past, sae meek.
Nae errand this cold nicht I’ll dare—
I’m warm, an’ aye, I dinna care.
Am I a rogue? A heartless brute?
For lettin’ her plea turn destitute?
Or just a soul, wi’ waning grace,
That wants a nicht in peace and space?