For some reason, our 'hood gets a lot of door to door sales people. People selling sprinkler blow outs, lawn service, meat sales and appliance salesmen. The problem is, we don't have a peep hole on our front door (must get one) and so most of the time I can't see who it is so I answer the door.
Three times in the past two months a guy selling Kirby vacuums has come to the door. He asks "Is the king of the castle home?" He obviously doesn't know I pay the bills and manage the money in our household. Twice my husband hasn't been home and so I tell the guy that "no, the king of the castle isn't home and no, I just bought a vacuum therefore I'm not interested and why would I let a complete strange in the house when I'm home?" He can't take no and goes on and on until I slam the door in his face.
On Saturday, he rang the door bell and the "king of the castle" was home. My husband is too nice. He listened to him for 2 mins until I couldn't stand it and said "we're not interested, stop coming here" and slammed the door on his face.
That will teach him to mess with a hormonal pregnant woman.
Monday, March 17, 2008
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How funny / ironic that the comment above is someone trying to sell something, eh?
A link, no less, but still -- straight up sales pitch.
As for the Kirby guy -
tell him your ex-husband was a Kirby salesperson and a sonuvabeetch and you'd rather chop your foot off at the ankle than buy a Kirby.
I loooved the invicible feeling of being both pregnant and hormonal. No one can touch you, nor should they dare!
I removed the comment .. that's what happens when you mess with a hormonal pregnant woman.
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