Dear Door-to-Door Salesman, Go Away
Dear Salesman,
Why? Why do you knock on my door, causing the dog to bark, which wakes up the baby, which sends my morning into a tailspin? Why do you think that I will open my door for you? In my bathrobe. With a 2 year old in my arms. When you look just a teensy bit like you could be a convict. I don’t want your vacuum cleaners, your magazine subscriptions, your window washing services. And when I wave you away through the window, don’t stand there defiantly, angrily. Go. Go away now. I don’t like you. Goodbye.
Sincerely,
Sarah
P.S. That is not my front door, but isn’t it cute?
[Photo: *susie*]
Alisha
AMEN!
Lindsey
Door-to-door salesman still exist? Yikes.
PS – That door is lovely! Love the color.
pokute
I’ve had three of these “visitations” in the last two weeks. The last one came by after 8 p.m.
Telling them to go away seems to make the crazy. We have two “Beware of the Dog” signs, and yet they are still willing to brave dismemberment by the dog just so they can bother me. Ay-yi-yi!