He rang the doorbell. My dad rang the doorbell. Someone get me out of here.

"Dad, let's not do this right now," I begged him while tugging the sleeve of his shirt but my mom squeezed my shoulder and stopped me from uttering another word.

"Nonsense sweetie, we need to offer them comfort. I mean we did go through all the trouble of preparing this fruit basket for them on a last minute's notice. We can't just leave, it would be rude for us to-"

My dear mother was cut off by ...