Lindsay's dog Sedna is barking, the house is shaking, and a knock, a loud series of knocks is coming from the front door. It is most definitely pre-wake up time for the house. After knock number 15 or so (note: the knocks only get louder as they move forward in time) I roll out of bed, disturbing cats, and as I walk downstairs, and Marissa is coming out of her room, I see man through the window in the door. Thinking it's Lindsay's medication, I open it up.
"I'm sorry, I see you guys aren't up yet. I saw the mattress in your backyard. I haul things away, and I was wondering if you'd want me to take it for you?"
"No, thank you."
I close and lock the door, put Sedna back in with Lindsay, and go back upstairs. In bed, I think about all the other things I could've said. I am angry. Mostly, I am stunned. You do not knock loudly on a stranger's door at seven in the morning unless: their house is on fire; their door was left opened and you don't want them to get robbed/cold; you are delivering something (preferably breakfast). I just happened by and saw something that maybe you don't want and I thought you could pay me to take it off your hands is not one of those reasons.