While writing the last entry, I heard a knock on my door. “Hrrm” I think “I’m not expecting anyone”. So I head to the door and look through the peep hole. On the other side is a young black man in a suit. A salesman. He waves to me, seeing the light in the peephole dim. I walk back to the couch and resume my happy blogging. One more knock, and he realizes I’m not going to answer and leaves.
Moral of the story: If you don’t know me, or I haven’t invited you to my crib, I don’t want you to come. It’s pretty simple. If in the past, salespeople had been cool, and graciously accepted that I was not interested, and gone on their merry way, I would be happy to say hello, smile and send you on your merry way. I like people in general, and would genuinely say good luck, but no thanks. But no. Every one of you guys has been a prick, and when I said I’m not interested, have launched into your hard sell schitck. Now, some schmucks will suck that up and listen to you politely, while cursing you under their breath. I on the other hand, will slam the door in your face and not feel bad about it.
You’re imposing on me. You’re coming to my house to make your pitch. I appreciate that. Some people will be interested in what you have to say. I’m not. Listen to me and let that go. Hell, some people will even bow to your pressure tactics. I’m not that person. Get some people skills, know when to push and when not too. Otherwise you’ll get a door in your face, and you’ll ruin it for the rest of your kind. Because of that treatment, I just don’t answer the door. In the same way, I don’t answer calls from numbers that I don’t recognize. If it’s really important, leave me a message, but you’ve ruined the possibility of an answer for everyone who is legitimately calling me.
Or better yet, just don’t come to my door, and just don’t call me, and you won’t have to feel angry with me for not giving you the time of day.