O.k...There aren't too many things that piss me off more than someone coming to my house and trying to sell me something. Be it mormonism or some stupid product. I'm going to write this as a dialogue between myself and the Kirby vacuum salesman that solicited his crap vacuum at my front door:
Knock, Knock.
Donnie: (opens door) Hello?
Salesman: Are you the man of the house?
D: Yeah, why? (what is this, the 50s?)
S: Then this is for you! (hands D a container of powdered carpet freshener).
D: (D looks at it wondering what it is) What is it and why?
S: Well Sir, this is Kirby's own special carpet freshener and it's yours as soon as we come in and do a quick presentation of our incredible vacuum!
D: (looks agitated and a little miffed because there is only one carpet in the whole house in the dining room and it is like only 100 sq. ft.)
D: Sorry, but I really don't have time for this. (Hands back stinky powder).
S: Sir, I only need to do one more presentation for the day and then I can go home. I'll make it quick. (Hands back the powder).
D: No, thanks! (Hands back the powder with force).
S: Come on, I've got a new guy in the van that couldn't sell a pooper scooper to a man with 12 dogs!!! Ha ha.
D: Sorry, not interested (shuts door, and wonders if the guy really thinks that if he told the pooper scooper line that he would suddenly be let in).
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