That's the door. I'm not expecting anybody so I'm going to leave it.
Ding dong, ding dong.
That seems to be quite urgent ringing. There was once a time when I would have just answered it, timed out my hands and got rid of whoever it was as quickly as possible. Not now though. I have eight tables open, I'm playing well and missing hands is very definitely negative ev. Or, to put it a different way, I'm busy at work and time is literally money.
Dingdongdingdongdingdong
If that's my wife and she's locked herself out then I'm going to go ape. I grab my phone and call her. Now I find myself multitasking between playing hands, speaking to my wife and watching Netherlands v Argentina on TV. Not a good situation. She then starts a conversation and I don't hang up because I'm rather fond of her and I don't want her to divorce me. Eventually the conversation stops, but not before the same sound again.
Dingdongdingdongdingdong
Well I'm ignoring it. If it was that important then they'd call me. I settle my focus to the tables for a few seconds and I'm suddenly aware of a shadow at the window. It's the window cleaner and he's come for his money. He's a bloody idiot! He never assumes that nobody's in when they don't answer the door so goes around the house looking for signs of life. I ignore his gaze.
Knock knock
Oh, for God's sake, don't knock on the window. That's intrusive and really not cool. This is very awkward now. He can see me and I can see him and I think there's a social expectation to answer the door - after all, why wouldn't I unless I was crazy or a total bastard. Who wouldn't be annoyed if they knew somebody was in but they refused to answer the door. I'm not moving though. I have around $100 on the tables in front of me and I'm not risking a penny of it because some cloth-laden fool has turned up at my house unannounced.
"Window cleaner." he mouths through at the window, his breath dirtying the glass he cleaned two days earlier. I half look up and make a strange gesture at my laptop trying to indicate that I'm too busy to walk the seven metres to my front door. This would be a tough concept to get through to most people but particularly this guy who, frankly, is incredibly stupid. He stands and waits, obviously expecting me to get up very soon. I don't.
Knock knock
He's still knocking. Why won't he get this? Why doesn't he understand that if I was answering then I would have gone to the door when he first rang almost ten minutes ago. I'm now heads up on two tables and on high blinds in four more. I absolutely don't need lunatics with ladders distracting me. I put my head down and focus on the poker. He remains by the window with his expectant pose for a further minute or so before, at long last, heading off, presumably to bother somebody else. I finish second in both heads up situations and quietly curse to myself as I play the remaining games.
Our next conversation could be interesting. 
