And here class is a perfect demonstration of how quickly ingroups and outgroups can form in a society.
Knocky door run is what me and my friends called it (north east England)
In Japanese, it’s ピンポンダッシュ which is a transliteration of “ping pong dash.”
Could also just translates to Pin Pon Dash. Yes ピンポン can translate to Ping Pong the game but it literally says Pin Pon which is Japanese onomatopoeia for the doorbell sound.
I guess, but that would be the transliteration of the Japanese onomatopoeia as “pin pon” afaik doesn’t really mean much in English. I thought with “ping pong,” we at least associate with the sound.
My cohorts called it (n-bomb) knocking. Glad I never participated in it with them.
I did, and I called it that. Grew up in the middle of Arkansas and didn’t know any better. I learned better eventually, and I regret things I did and said back then.
South Florida myself, which there isn’t a great divide between the two culturally.
Florida is the Arkansas of the Gulf Coast.
I’ll argue that, that honor belongs to Louisiana. Think about it; swamps, strange dialect, big French influence.
Ding dong ditch
Ooh you touch my tralala
Same energy
Nah ding dong ditch runs closer to generally benign naming convention common in the English speaking areas of North America where it could be something benign or it’s something mildly horrific like Willy Pete (White Phosphorus) or Bouncing Betty (A type of land mine).
The only answer
Knock knock ditch is also acceptable
It’s really not. You should go.
Nicky Nicky Nine Doors or Ding Dong Dash were the only names I heard as a child. Never played since we lived in a rural area and too much distance between houses. My cousins in the city talked of it though.
FedEx calls it ‘Failed Delivery’.
They don’t knock.
No, that’s the Feds.
No that’s Mr. White
FedEx in Sweden doesn’t even leave their warehouse to succeed in making their failed delivery. Same with UPS. It’s honestly impressive how successful these two companies can suck at doing the only thing they’re enlisted to do.
I can see in tracking that my packages first get scanned upon arrival to their regional warehouse, and then within 15-30 minutes it becomes “failed delivery, no one home”. Even if I was to be their first stop, driving from the warehouse to my house would take at least 2 hours. Maybe they’re actually trucking it at 300km/hr, but then I’d notice the police chase. But no truck ever seen. Many days I worked from home because I was to get an urgent package that never came.
After the first few times, I joined their “My Choice” and “Delivery Manager” or whatever they call it… but that did absolutely nothing, even if I explicitly choose “leave the package at my doorstop, I don’t care if someone steals it”, the shit still never leaves their warehouse!
I have never seen the face of a single FedEx or UPS man in real life, despite having 30+ packages from them over the years. Maybe they don’t dare to show themselves after screwing me over for so many years…? But then they could at the least just throw my packages outside my door and run for their life instead of hoping I’m going to drive to your warehouse and pick it up myself!
If I want to buy something and don’t see a PostNord or DHL option, I’m not buying. And if it ends up being FedEx/UPS somehow, I contact the seller to choose something else, or to just give me a refund directly, because it’s not gonna arrive.
And what might come as a surprise for some Germans, DHL here works wonderfully basically 100% of the time. Thank you Germans for doing your jobs ❤️
Here in Romania most of the local delivery companies (the big internationals usually hand off to a local affiliate once it’s imported, so that covers your FedExes and the like) have drivers who you’ll get to know by name and have their number in your phonebook - typically I’ll get a quick “hi, I’ll be there in 5 minutes if you’re in?” courtesy call before delivery, and if you’re not home but in a coffee shop round the corner or the like they’ll happily divert to you or make another arrangement.
It’s one of those weird areas (and I’m in no way claiming this across the board) where quality of life can actually be better in a poorer economy than a rich one - when labour is cheap enough that you can employ actual people to do actual jobs, you just get better stuff (like delivery drivers that know your name, or parks that actually have park keepers and litter pickers, and all those other little things that as a country gets richer become just too expensive.) I welcome that the country is getting wealthier obviously, but you can already feel some of that slipping away and there’s a tinge of sadness.
Back on topic though - ugh, DHL though are the one I dread. Not that their local delivery guys aren’t fine, they are, but my God the amount of paperwork they demand you complete before they’ll actually release an international shipment for delivery is nuts. Very Germanic (bless them.)
After the first few times, I joined their “My Choice” and “Delivery Manager” or whatever they call it… but that did absolutely nothing
Quite incorrect! It forced you to personally confirm and link together your full name, address, phone number, residential IP address, and your mobile device’s various advertising ID numbers. This information is much more valuable to them than any postage you will ever pay.
“But GDPR, they can’t just…” lol, the enforcement agencies don’t touch these American conglomerates and they know it.
False, FedEx don’t knock
Those FedEx scumbags creep up to your door like a ninja, slap the sticker tag on your door, and sneak off with the package still in the van.
That’s if they knock at all
Tha fuk, Am I having a stroke?
Nobody else called it Knock-Knock Zoom-Zoom???
I’ve heard of most of the ones mentioned in the comments, but this one is new to me (Western U.S.).
That’s the most European phrase i have heard so far
Ah yes the beautiful language called European.
Wikipedia says it’s Canadian 🤷🏻♂️
The scouse version of this prank is they nick your telly and run off down the street with it.
Damn… It’s just called “Knock and Run” in Australia.
Does Australia finally have one thing we say completely normal?
Ding dong ditch?
I have heard that one.
Knock and Run in my part of the UK growing up.
Ding dong dash is what we called it in the Midwest, US.
It was called “Knock and Run” in the UK too - at least in the bits of the UK I lived in.
You guys have a different dialect for every block in your city though.
Well yeah, obviously. I wouldn’t want to speak like those inbred idiot web-footed freaks who live a hundred metres away.
Yeh, we called it that in Liverpool
It was called knocky door ginger when I was growing up, and ive since learned that my neck of the woods boasts the highest percentage of variation in shades of ginger hair in the UK.
Had to search “ginger” to see which variations would be mentioned here.
Knock Knock Ginger is what I was hoping to find, but that’s close enough
Doorbell prank.
In the US south they use a racial slur, because of course
If it came from the old world as “Knicky Knocky,” it would make sense* that the racist US version would sound similar to that.
/* As much as any racist shit “makes sense,” of course.
Mhm, midwest US and N***** Knocking was what we were told it was called, because of course.
It became Ding Dong Ditch once we grew up a little.
I knew it as Ding Dong Ditch and then kids in my neighborhood told me it was called [Hard R] Knocking. This was mid-90s. I also spent ages 10-15 living in a trailer park in Florida, which probably explains this.
Yeah this was my experience. People used the slur n***** knockin’ through all of my childhood 70s and early 80’s but as a young adult in the 90s it was doorbell ditching.
Can confirm as an eighties kid in California
i might be a titch younger than you, i grew up in california, hit maturity right around the turn of the millenium and i learned the term when i moved to Utah in my 20s (early 2000s). california’s pretty big tho, shasta is not san diego.
my parents and friends all referred to it as doorbell ditching (or ding dong ditching), at least when i was around
Honky Hookin’
Not sure what OP’s mom has to do with anything
Spent some childhood in coastal Mississippi and I can attest this is the case
Rural southern person here we called it Knock, Knock, Dash how is that racist?
I grew up in a very bigoted Southern town that was still firing people from schools for being gay in the 2000s, and they still frown on interracial marriage. The N Word was a regular part of life growing up.
We called it Ding Dong Ditch.
Heard that one too. And I grew up in racist state and town they had open KKK stickers on their bumpers but still never heard a racist version. Which guess I am grateful for.
It apparently used to be called ni**er knocking. I’m in the rural south too, and I’ve always known it as dong, dong, ditch.
But then again my mom was arrested at a civil rights rally (on the side of black people being equal), so my upbringing might have something to do with it.
In 1980s deep south (not even rural) I definitely heard it called n* knocking.
Crazy! and my mom and dad are both racist, my dad more so and never heard that version. But probably more my dad being that racist to him probably frown on such behavior or more he was shelter enough never to learn of such things. He did grow up on a farm.
I do unfortunately had tons of racist jokes told to me which sucks having those rattling around in my brain pan.
sucks having those rattling around in my brain pan.
we aren’t responsible for everything what got put into our heads, just everything we pass on from them.
if it helps, sometimes i take that shit, write it down (and burn all evidence of it) to see if it gets it out of the brainpan. like how listening to the song you’ve had stuck in your head gets it out finally.
Your experience does not disprove mine, as a fellow southerner
it’s not. but you’re not the only one down there and you were, apparently, raised right. ;)
