There is an interesting story:
Having long inherited 2 apartments located next door (combined earlier by the parents) on the fifth floor, he placed his eye on the third, the last on the staircase cage. A few years later I bought it, without loans, but the point is not that. The fifth floor is a pleasant feeling.
One Friday evening I knocked on the door: I opened, three aunts standing with some literature and asking if I believe, would like to listen to some text. In general, I send them culturally and close the door.
After a while, I knocked on the second door. And then I mocked what was happening. With a stone face as I first open - the aunts look over, get lost in words, begin to look back and be baptized. I take them culturally to the same place, and I run to the third door dying of laughter.
What do you think? After a while they will knock!! It is for some reason they knock :) I open, I wanted to joke, and they throw their maculature with a whisper running down the stairs, yelling about something unclean, etc.
Now I’m waiting for postmen, correspondents, some other figures. I wanted to clean the door with my wife, now we wait :)))))