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.
My last door-to-door salesman was selling siding and didn’t seem to notice or care that I live in a brick house.
My last one had actually been to our house six months ago (he was selling some crazy cancer insurance) and didn’t remember that we had already said no…until I reminded him just exactly what he was trying to sell me. He left.
The one before that was a little Asian girl trying to get me to let her clean my carpet. She had bad breath and kept blocking the door with her foot when I tried to close the door after politely saying “no, thank you”. I finally closed it on her foot. I think she’ll stop wearing flip-flops and start wearing tennis shoes to avoid the wounds in the future. But, in my defense, I was trying to be very polite and she kept trying long after I had said no five times…
I feel a little sorry for d-t-d people, but I suppose they took the job, so…
HA HA! I have never seen a door to door sales person in CA! Once again it’s something we don’t have but in this case I think I am glad about it.
We don’t get DTD salepeople around here. It’s nice. I think they’re probably afraid of getting shot. While we live in a nice town and it’s safe, we are less than a hop, skip and a jump away from Gary, IN, which is as bad as you’ve been led to believe. It ends up working in our favor. 🙂
I don’t open the door if I don’t know who it is. I know they can hear us inside because they ring the bell a few times, then pound on the door. I still don’t open.
I did that once, and the guy started yelling at me through the door. I opened it and gave him my best teacher lecture about how to be good at your job. He left. *sigh* I really do cringe when an unknown comes to my door… *sigh*…
Good for you for not opening! I love that tactic! 😀
So, where can I get one of those awesome doorbells???
We had one of those on our door in Concordia. When we moved, Dad took it off and Mom packed it up, leaving a hole in the door. Ah, the joys of faculty housing and getting screwed at the end.
Brad or Beth—Why does Lauren have that bell? (Which I think looks totally cool btw)
It won’t really do any good to ask me… I never remember anything, especially if it was more than three years ago.
I couldn’t remember why we have that bell either.
It’s just like the bell on their grandma’s door. I saw it once years ago and thought it was the coolest thing in the whole wide world. When we moved into this house I found in in a Restoration Hardware catalog and we installed it. Love, love, love the bell.
Yes. Amazingly cool. I could justify buying a new front door, just to have a bell like that (our front door has a big giant window). Nostalgia and coolness all wrapped up in one.
We try not to be home when the d-t-d people call, so we just have flyers in our door handle quite often. It’s so much easier to get rid of them! (or it may be that you can’t hear the doorbell from the rec-room, so they might just be giving up – now I’m not sure?)
I guess there is some benefit to living in the country-we really don’t have anyone come to the door!When we lived in town we had an older kid come to the door wanting to sell us cleaning supplies. I had the hardest time getting him to quit cleaning my window and leave. After he finally got the hint I watched a bit and noticed that there was another kid working the houses on the other side of the street. A non-descript white van then drove down the street, stopped in the middle, and the kids ran and jumped in and left to the next area (I suppose). Fishy.