Solicitors know that I don't open my door if I'm not expecting people. They KNOW this, so they show up -- conveniently -- when I'm expecting REAL visitors. They ring my doorbell, and Bug and I open the door, all excited that our friends are here. Instead, it's some kid trying to sob-story her way into getting me to buy a subscription for the Substandard Times. And when I tell her that I've considered getting Sundays only -- just for the coupons because the paper really SUCKS ASS -- she gets her rolled-eye attitude about her, telling me that Sundays only are not an option, and takes back the complimentary Substandard that she initially was so sweet about "thinking I might like."
Note to Rolly Eyes: If you want to make money for college, you'll be much more successful selling chocolate bars than that crab wrapper.
This reminds of the days before the "Do Not Call" list, when I got an amusing call from some woman hawking something or another. Before she could start her spiel, I, being considerate of HER time at least, gave her my pat response to all solicitors. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't accept solicitations."
"I do NOT solicitate!" Click.
I like to imagine that her indignance at my rude comment continued after she hung up on me. Maybe she turned to a coworker and griped about how she had HAD IT with this job and was quitting. "Bitch called me a ho!"
