Door to Door Salesmen

You opened your door to a stranger? Shame on you.

If I don't know the person standing there, I don't open my door. As a single woman living alone, it just isn't safe.
 
The number of door-to-door salesmen has greatly decreased since I started letting my dogs have the run of the yard. I looove underground fencing! No one is quite sure if the dogs are contained or not.

I rarely answer my door though. It's not locked, and anyone who knows me comes in. Anyone who doesn't, is too afraid of the dogs to risk walking up to the door.
 
It used to be more common in the sixties. Now most local governments require permits. It's harder to predict when people are home. It's a tough way to earn a living.
There are screwballs that invite you in their home & then point a pistol at you.

Many companies turned to telemarketing, but with increasing countermeasures & public resentment, companies will find other ways to move products in a slow economy.
 
I always like to invite the Mormons and the Jehovah's Witnesses in for a little chat. Shocks the hell out of 'em, and you get to hear some really funny stories.

Door-to-door salespersons and solicitors can also be fun, if you've got the time. Just spend f-o-r-e-v-e-r with 'em, and make 'em think you're ready to buy, watch 'em start salivating, and then when you get tired of stringing 'em along, kick 'em out.
 
Fuller Brush Man!

I always say, "I don't want to waste your time." And if they keep talking, then I say "I don't want to waste my time."
 
Hamletmaschine said:
I always like to invite the Mormons and the Jehovah's Witnesses in for a little chat. Shocks the hell out of 'em, and you get to hear some really funny stories.


Where I live, there are a number of Latter Day Saint types (aka Mormons) I keep a book on my coffee table for such intrusions...
Its called "To Serve Man" and its literally a cookbook for cannabalism. I always make sure I am sharpening a knife about the time I am having to discuss issues with them...provided that I answered the door in the first place...:D
 
The last one I had was several years ago - trying to sell wine. That's coals to Newcastle here and I don't drink anymore. But my wife sampled the lot - with him and I had to give him a lift home. It was a good evening. He's gone back to fixing roofs.
 
Rhys said:


Where I live, there are a number of Latter Day Saint types (aka Mormons) I keep a book on my coffee table for such intrusions...
Its called "To Serve Man" and its literally a cookbook for cannabalism. I always make sure I am sharpening a knife about the time I am having to discuss issues with them...provided that I answered the door in the first place...:D

With the gnetlemen from the LDS, I like to inquire about their underwear, asking if I can see theirs and if they've got a catalog where I can order some for myself.
 
Sales people don't seem to come that often to my door.
It could be the area I live in ... there are only a few houses & we live outside the city limits.

But when I used to live in an apt. complex my roommate and I never answered the door if we did not know that person. We could always see them walking towards are door (they could not see us) and we knew if we knew them or not ... so alas no strangers in our apt.

Church people do at times come to our door but that is when the dogs kick in ... ;)
 
in the last apt. complex I lived in, a van would drop off about 6-8 young men who would go door to door to sell magazine subscriptions on the premise that all proceeds were going towards helping them pull themselves out of poverty, go to college, etc. Sometimes these people would knock on my door 2-3 times a week. I remember once early on, I let one of these young men in and listened to his story - I bought a subscription or two... he kept asking for my phone number.

Just last year, a woman was raped by one of these people. She opened the door to him and he muscled his way in and brutally raped her. Now I don't open my door to anyone I don't know.
 
It's easy

Look to see who's at the door. if you don't want to answer it ...don't. Guess i don't see the problem. No one would ever get in my house that i didn't want in. I used to be a door to door many years ago and the rule is ...sell sell sell until you get tossed out.

Yes you were too nice. You should have tossed them out on their ass. But then you should NEVER have let them in in the first place.
 
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