Thanks, but I’ve pretty much reached that age where I get the catalog of wrapping paper or whatever and stuff it into the bottom of my locker…but if I actually decide to sell something I’ll remember it thanks!
For all the little ones (except the neighborhood locals) hawking the candy and cookies, I have one stock response. You get this look of genuine sorrow on your face and tell them, “Sorry, I’m diabetic.” Some of the more resourceful little rotters will trot out some salted nuts and then you have to tell them that you’re anaphlactic too. VogueVixen’s response of being out of work dislodges even the hardiest of limpets.