So… um… does that make me an asshole? I hadn’t actually posted here yet when you wrote that, Weirddave.
I get four kinds of salesmen at my door:
- Little Kids Selling Something.
Band candy, Girl Scout cookies, or whatever. I will deal with these as I find them. Sometimes I want candy or cookies. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I have cash handy, and sometimes I don’t. I am always polite, though, and I generally don’t mind talking to them.
- Young Men Trying To Sell Me Magazine Subscriptions.
I hate these people. They invariably tell me the same stupid story about how they’re going to win a trip to Cancun or a scholarship and all they need is THREE MORE POINTS, and all they have to do to get THREE MORE POINTS is to MEET PEOPLE, and prove they did so by having them fill out these subscription forms…
GOD, I hate these people! I’ve tried posting signs. I’ve tried coming right the hell out and asking them, “Are you selling magazine subscriptions?” Does it work? HELL NO! They’ll just stand there, talking a mile a minute and grinning like they’re chewing on live wasps, ALL THE WAY UP to the point where it becomes ABSOLUTELY clear that this asshole is EXACTLY like the two hundred others I have chased off my stoop.
Polite? Only so far as the person admits “Yes, I am selling magazine subscriptions,” and does not fuck around with me or waste my time trying to be cute and jolly me up. I do not want your goddamn subscriptions. I am fully capable of subscribing to magazines without your help, and we BOTH have better things to do than stand here while you try to use your bottled sales technique on me.
Jerk me around with me and waste my time and make it clear that politeness is wasted on you… and you will learn how loud I can shout, bud.
3. Jehovah’s Witnesses.
I once did a whole thread on these people. I do not like them. I have my own religion, thank you very much, and I don’t much like anyone coming to my house to sell me theirs.
The sad part is that I had no real opinion about Jehovah’s Witnesses until they drove me over the goddamned edge. They must have come and knocked on my door at eight a.m. every stinkin’ Saturday morning for more than a month straight before I finally snapped and tried to kill one of them.
I do not feel guilty about simply telling them to leave. Any religion that feels that being spat upon by the infidels is part of earning your salvation deserves whatever it gets. And yes, I will attack the next one that shows up on a weekend before ten a.m., too.
- Everyone else.
Avon ladies. People trying to sell me vacuum cleaners, or cleaning agent. STEAK salesmen, believe it or not. A young lady selling deck furniture.
I have never been rude to any of these people, nor have I ever felt the need to be. In the case of the cleaning agent and deck furniture, I actually bought stuff. All I ask is that the salesmen be polite and respectful of my property, and don’t let the cats escape, and so far, they’ve all been quite good about that.
Except the Jehovah’s Witnesses, of course. It’s things like this that make me glad we didn’t sign the international agreement to ban land mines. Now if I could just GET some…