All one has to do is *Knock Knock* "Yes, Who is it?" *its (insert name)* " Ok, I'm coming". Simple
I totally get you Cat.
But sometimes, even the fuckers who did knock pissed me off. I remember having the exact conversation above, in my teenage years, with rude bastards who insisted on trying to get into my room, whilst I was locked inside, polising my protruding bits. Of course, the phrase 'I'm coming' then took on an altogether different context to the one that you're using above... This was often followed by the scramble to find bits of my clothing, along with something, just anything, to clean up the mess that I'd left either on me or around me...those people were such a nuisance, and to this day I'm convinced that they were doing it deliberately, just to spoil my fun. Hello? I'm a teenager. I get turned on when the wind changes direction. My door is locked for a reason. Leave me alone and fuck off.
But that's bloody teenagers for you. If they're not busy crying and cutting themselves, they're busy wanking. Such an awkward phase that.