My wife and I as newlyweds had just moved into our first small apartment in a high-rise building and, on our first day of residence, while still unpacking, we heard a bouncy kind of ping sound and realized it was the first use of our doorbell in our new home. My wife threw open the door to the salesman, an older gentleman, who immediately admonished us for not looking through the peephole before opening the door. “Lady, please at least ask, ‘who’s there,’” he said. “I could be a killer.”
Going further back, when I was a little boy, I remember when my parents bought a newly constructed home, it featured a doorbell with a particularly beautiful set of chimes just inside the door. I’m told that it was that particular feature that sold my mother on the house.