Ding Dong

I remember getting a new doorbell in our house as a child. I saw the new doorbell sitting on the kitchen counter waiting to be installed. When I asked my mom why we needed a new doorbell, she told me, probably just trying to give me a quick answer, that after 100 rings, a doorbell dies, and you have to replace it. Later that day I went over to the neighbors house to play. I rang the doorbell and waited. Nobody answered. I rang again, still, no answer. I had an idea. I was curious about the 100 rings rule, and wanted to try it. I started dinging and counting. DingDongDingDongDingDongDing. I got to about 75 when the father of the house threw the door open, wearing only his garments and yelled "WHAT!" I was shocked and embarrassed. I sheepishly looked at my toes and asked, "Can Liz play?"