I got curbed!

Recently I witnessed a "curbing."  It was a strange sight to see.  I had to ask what it was because I'd not ever seen this awkward rendition of doorbell ditching.

Here's how it goes.  A group (usually youth) knocks on your door, or rings the bell, obviously.  The entire group then plants themselves on your front curb.  You open the door to a group of individuals with their backs toward you.  Sitting there.


When I was "curbed" I was unsure if I should stay at my door, yell at them, or walk toward them.  I learned that the first of the group to leave the curb is the "loser" of the group.

It looks like this:

Only, the view is a little different when YOU are the one answering the door.

Next time, this lovely bunch promised to bring me cookies for the "curbing."