A few weeks ago, during a thunderstorm, I had three different sets of post-adolescent salesmen knock on my door in a two hour period. They all wanted to sell me an alarm system. They all had the same shtick, asking me if I knew Mrs. Johnson up the street who just bought an alarm from them. Um, no.
Today, I got the hard sell from a sorry cat who was forced to watch me dab at my face while I ignored every word he said about Cincinnati Bell. He interrupted me while I was picking at the zit on my chin. I'm sure it was the highlght of his day.
I don't like to lead these guys on, but I can't rid of them with honesty. I cannot be mean to them, because I am incapable of being rude and my four year old is watching, so I just listen and then defer all decision making to my absent husband. It's slightly embarrassing, but I usually get them to go away with the phrase, "I'm sorry, but my husband handles all the bills." So much for feminism.
Is anyone else experiencing an epidemic of door-to-door sales?
We had one last week trying to sell us learning material for our kids. The woman was way weird and apologized in advance for talking too fast although I thought she was talking really slow, like Anna Nicole Smith slow. And what's with giving out the neighbors' names and addresses? Our woman had a notebook full of names (I think they were fake because she didn't even have my name, she had Binny's) and addresses that she encouraged us to go through to see if we knew anyone who bought her crap. So ridiculous. Good thing my husband was home to shoo her away. I'm sure if he hadn't been, I would have listened to her whole schpiel.
ReplyDeleteBetween that and the gray haired ladies coming to remind me to read my bible, our driveway has been very well used lately. Ha, like I have a bible.
We have had a lot of magazine sales people come recently. They are trying to better their lives, which adds to the guilt I guess.
ReplyDeleteThankfully we don't get a lot of salespeople at the door; Just Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses.
ReplyDeleteI once had a friend who, when a JW couple came to the door, listened to them for a few minutes all the while ogling the poor girl. He finally interrupted the fellow and in a lecherous tone asked, "How much for the girl?" They never came back.
Mostly, we get the nuts trying to sell us religion, but a few months ago I had to turn down a nice young man who wanted me to buy meat off his truck. wtf?
ReplyDeleteAnd, just so you know, I've TOTALLY used that "my husband makes all the financial decisions" line on telemarketers more times than I can count!