So I was sitting here at my computer today working on some stuff for school when the doorbell rang. It was then that I met the worst door-to-door salesman ever. He was young – perhaps late teens/early twenties with spiky hair and a bleached smile. He started with an insult.
Young Fool: That’s a weird doorbell. Why don’t you get a regular one?
Wise Old Me: Um…because it’s cool?
YF: Oh. Well, how are you doing today?
WOM: Fine.
YF: I’m with Dish Network and blah blah blah.
WOM: We have everything through cable and I’m really not interested.
YF: Blah blah something about billing How do you pay for your cable?
WOM: Um…. with money.
YF: Well, yeah. Cash or check?
(At this point I was done with all that and didn’t want it to go on one painful second longer. I lied.)
WOM: I don’t know. My husband handles all that and I’m really not interested. Bye.
Thankfully, he left.