Newsflash! If I’m in the market to get my roof redone, I am NOT going to select the guy who comes knocking on my door, wanting to give me an estimate. In fact, if you show up on my doorstep for any reason, for your sake, I hope I invited you. Because if I didn’t? And I don’t know you? Don’t expect me to be friendly. Don’t expect me to listen to your little speech. This may be what you do for a living*, but when you interpret my open front door as a potential sale, rather than the access to fresh air that was intended, as far as I’m concerned? You’re trespassing.
Now stop looking in my screen door and get the hell off my land!
someone has been a bit testy the past few posts. Could it be because a birthday is looming??? Oy vey!
No, not at all. Unlike some of my 40-something friends, I recognize the fact that I’m only getting BETTER.
Although I haven’t been feeling well and HELLO… I had company last week. You know I have a limit to togetherness time!
But this post was written out of great frustration because I’ve had no less than three roofing guys come to my door in the past two weeks. I just want to put up a sign that says, “The homeowner does not purchase ANYTHING from people who knock on her door - not even Girl Scout Cookies - so please take your business elsewhere.”
And honestly, if someone is watching me through the screen as I walk the entire area from the back room to the front door (I can tell because they start talking to me as soon as they see me), I automatically assume that they’re casing my house to see what I have to steal.
Yes. I’m that suspicious.