Last night at about 7:30pm, there was a knock on the door. Naturally the dog sprang up and I forced my way out of recline to see who it was. Flicking on the front light switch I opened the door to be greeted by a young door-to-door salesman.
“Good evening,” he said as I squinted through the screen door. “I’m here to offer you a great deal on your Internet and…”
I cut him off, before he could continue. “I’m sorry.” I said politely. “I’m not interested”.
As I moved to shut the door he snuck in a question: “Can I ask who you’re with, Sir?” I responded. Then the little fucker had the nerve to tut at me and shake his head. I closed the door in his face and switched off the light.
I don’t care who you are, if you’re a salesman, shaking your head like the purchasing choices someone has made are terrible is not the way to go about business. I know you had no idea who I was, but the simple fact is that I know my stuff, and although my current broadband plan may not be the best option for me now, it was when I signed up for a 24 month contract 6 months ago. When that contract expires, I’ll be all over a new plan and ISP like the pimples on your insolent little face, jerk.
So a big “Up Yours” to you. And that doesn’t even begin to cover the rage at being interrupted in the comfort of my own home at 7:30 at night. I’m almost sorry I didn’t find out who you were selling for so I could publicly deride you for shoddy business practices.