Wednesday, June 01, 2005

go away!!!

No, I do not want free passes to a golf course.

I also do not want a free estimate of what it will take to make my lawn look like a golf course.

I really, really, really do not want gutter covers.

Not that I want Sam to bite strangers who ring the doorbell, but it is tempting...

7 comments:

Rob said...

It wasn't till we moved to Small College Town that we started getting door-to-door salesmen. That's something I remember from childhood in the 70s at suburban Chicago! We've had two rounds with the Kirby vacuum cleaner folks, along with several magical potions to clean our house, among others.

It is SO WEIRD! It's like living on the set of Pleasantville!

John B. said...

I would really like free passes to a golf course...

When I hear a knock at the door, I look out the window and if it is a salesman, I get Ginger riled up for a minute or so, then open the main door. By that time, she usually hits the storm door running...scares the hell out of most salespeople. I had one guy drop his cleaning solution that he was selling and run backwards ten feet in fear...funniest thing I ever saw.

The next inevitable question from salespeople is 'does she bite?'...I always answer 'yes, and she has before' (even though she never has probably wouldn't, unless you attacked me). The salespeople usually just walk away at that point.

Rob said...

Good idea, John B. I'll have to try that. However, I doubt that Chester, at his imposing height of 12" (not including his 4-inch ears), would really cause a salesperson to recoil with fear.

:)

Alison said...

Interesting. In this particular Small College Town, the only thing people seem to sell door-to-door is religion - most frequently Mormons, Church of the Nazarene, and of course Jehovah's Witnesses. After I told enough of them that I worked from home (and on the Federal dime, no less) their numbers seem to have dwindled considerably.

lemming said...

Rob - just tell Chester that the salesman (or lady) wants to play ball. The enthusiasm should scare them away.

Anonymous said...

I wish that I could train my goldfish to attack people who try to sell me stuff over the phone!

Grrrr!!!!!

Steven

Joe said...

Actually, the weirdest door-to-door item I've gotten was... meat. A couple of guys with a refrigerator truck drove up and asked if we needed anything. (In quantities of anything large enough to fill a chest freezer, if we so wished.)

In retrospect, I kind of wish I'd taken a flyer, but I was so taken aback that I waved them off.