Of all of the things that I can do when returning to my home after dropping off Alex for his shift at Chick Fil-A, I think it’s safe to say that dealing with door-to-door sales solicitors is pretty much at the bottom of the table.
OK, if I’m truly being honest…the phone call I’m about to make once I post this is even less of a joyful task that I’ve been looking *SO* forward to but it’s really not by all that much.
But once again we’ve got a pair of roofing scammers wandering down the street harassing my neighbours and I strongly suspect that they’re going to try doing the same to me in due course.
You would have thought that having made eye contact twice as I’m passing by and at no point in either of those instances did I make any indication that their presence in my day was at all welcome should have been sufficient to anyone who is the least bit observant.
All I really wanted to do was park the Traverse in the garage, get the daily ration of junk mail from the post so I can deposit it in the big box of shredder fodder, and then attend to the far less pleasant matter that awaited me after which I’d be engaging in a bit of Magyar comfort food therapy (káposztás tészta or cabbage and noodles, if you were curious).
I didn’t think that was too much to ask for!
So as I’m walking to the post box, of course they decide to change course from their initial destination next door and try to engage in conversation.
At this point, you’d think they’d take the hint when I made no response *WHATSOEVER*, turn my back on them to retrieve the mail from the box, and then head back toward the garage.
You’d be quite wrong in thinking they’re capable of making an intelligent decision and just quietly leave me be.
That’s when the taller one comes out with this gem…
“I was hoping to bother you now rather than later after you’ve gone inside…”
Never mind that I was desperately hoping pretty much from the off that they *WOULDN’T BOTHER ME AT ALL* and was doing everything in my power to encourage them to do just that but the blatant arrogance to essentially suggest that I should welcome them bothering me (their words that I happen to agree with!) but then continue to do so in spite of every indication they’d be better served to do otherwise.
Well, now that you’ve truly gone and bothered me…I think it’s time to bring out the scammer solicitor repellent that seems to really work a treat in the form of an iPhone camera.
I never said a word and didn’t really have to but they clearly weren’t a fan of the camera and the evidence being taken that could be used later if need be and they finally took the hint they should have from the start.
Sadly, that meant that they continued on to their original destination and still harassed my next door neighbours because of course they can’t be bothered to respect anyone else’s desire to live peacefully in their own home on their own land and I truly feel bad about that but that harassment was going to happen regardless based on their original trajectory.
Speaking of stupidity that one would have to stand in awe of when they encounter it, I’ve got to wonder who in their right mind would ever do business with some random solicitor who just turns up on their doorstep without so much as a by your leave?
Clearly it must work on enough gullible imbeciles to make it worth their while but I’m thinking if you’re going to do potentially thousands of dollars of business, wouldn’t it make sense you’d research the options first and then reach out to the real contractor businesses who seem professional and have a decent reputation for quality and honest work?
I’m thinking two randos who look like they literally just climbed down the ladder from whatever roof they were installing and wandering round the neighbourhood trying to flog their scam onto their next unwary victim really wouldn’t come close to measuring up for that kind of contracted work.
Anywho, welcome to the Hall of Shame boys! Somehow I don’t think you’ll bet the last ones inducted… 🙁
