I have to preface this by sharing the fact that I will do ANYTHING to avoid door to door salespeople. AN-Y-TH-IN-G.
Last Wednesday I turned onto my street on my way home from work & saw 2 guys doing some sort of door to door sales stuff. I immediately made the decision not to answer the door if there was a knock.
The only problem with my plan was I had a bunch of girls on their way over for Bible Study. So, about 10 minutes later when there was a knock at the door I froze. I figured Katie S. is usually the first to arrive, so I dialed her cell. No answer. I waited a little longer & decided to take a chance. I opened the door & it was Kelli. Whew! After 2 more girls arrived, I let my guard down a little, so when there was another knock, I answered it. DOH! It was the sales dude.
After 15 minutes of him blah, blah, blahing about a home security system, & ignoring social cues (including me greeting Jessica as she is walking past us into my house) I was finally able to shake the guy off by saying that my darling husband makes those kind of decisions & he was not going to be home for a while.
It worked. He left.
But it wasn't over.
Thursday night he came back. We didn't answer.
So, Saturday we had just had lunch with M+L+R and right after we got home there was a knock at the door. We figured it was just M&L, so John answered it. Wrong. Security system dude was back. I didn't come out of our room 'cause I figured John would be able to shake him off.
About an hour later - yes, I said an HOUR later, I started to walk out & tell John we had to leave for the Ranger game. I got to the doorway of our room & heard the dude say, "So when's your wife supposed to be home?" Crap. What was I supposed to do? I went back in our room before he could see me (they were now sitting at our dining room table) to brainstorm.
I had my cell & my sunglasses, so I figured if I somehow was able to come in the front door, it would look like I was just getting home. I looked at the window in our room, but laughed off the idea & started reading a book. After 15 more minutes of hiding out in our room, the idea started to sound a little less crazy...I mean this guy was never gonna leave!
The door to our room was open, so I had to be super quiet, but I managed to open our blinds & bedroom window, remove the screen, & climb out. I walked around the front of the house, took a deep breath (& tried to stop giggling at myself & my dorkiness), and walked in the front door.
After a quick, "Oh hey, what's going on here?" I quickly launched into a 'Well, now that I'm home it's time to leave for the Ranger game' speech. Security dude ignored me. To sum up it took 30 more minutes to get rid of him. Lucy even contributed by barfing next to his foot (yes, this was after she ate the Oreos, but before the black poo - see last post).
In case you're wondering, we now know the guy's life story, & pretty much everything about a security system we're never gonna get.