No Solicitation, Please!

September 17, 2008 at 2:56 pm 1 comment

One thing I enjoyed about living at Bug’s Bog was the lack of solicitors of any kind.  It’s amazing how many people are trolling the neighborhood on a daily basis, wanting to steal away my time.  I try to cut them a little slack, but sometimes I just have to ignore the doorbell–even when the potential annoyance has just witnessed me walking inside and closing the door.

(Dramatization Featuring Emma)

Political candidates themselves don’t seem to be too obnoxious.  They don’t usually have time (although one judicial candidate actually came back and sat on our deck with us one evening answering our questions!) and they’re not under pressure to sell anything or save my doomed soul.  It’s a great opportunity to ask them direct questions and I enjoy that a lot.  I could do without the pollsters and other politically active volunteers, though.

Last week I was in the process of dragging some very large branches out to the street when a political volunteer stopped by looking to ask the previous owner some questions.  I was busy, sweaty, dirty, and in no mood to talk to someone who hadn’t even come to talk to me in the first place!  So when the guy persisted, I actually had to scream “NO!” at him–and at that, he did a cartoon huff and actually turned on his heels and stomped off.  I was flabbergasted that somehow I was made to be the bad guy on my own front lawn!  

I was equally flabbergasted when a saleslady stopped by, put a sample product in my hand and then snatched it roughly back again when I told her she could not come in and take any of my precious time.  I actually chuckled at her and said, “You’ve GOT to be kidding, right?”  Her response, “You don’t get the gift if I don’t get to come in!”  

I really don’t want to hang a “No Solicitors” sign on my door.  Luckily, the main level of the house is 1/2 a story above street level, so I can usually get a good look at people as they approach the door and decide if I want to answer it or not.


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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Emma  |  October 10, 2008 at 1:59 pm

    why did you have to make me do that?


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