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Some people just DON'T GET IT!!!

Rusty Shackleford

Automotive M.D.
I was out the door 5 seconds when some lady saw me. I saw her see me, and muttered to myself, "Ah hell, what the f*ck is this bitch selling?" I started to hook up the hose, (only way the wife will let me use the grill, now,) and she starts her shpeil. Starts going off on some energy saving malarky, and asks to see my gas and electric bills to see if some 'point' whatchacallit was under 100, and if so, she could save me money. I told her that we are a split household. She says that doesn't matter, and to see my bills. I said that I don't have them handy. She said she'll wait. From that point, I was done being nice. Look, lady, you just don't get it. I'm sure that the 30 minute sales training seminar you took 3 hours ago is very informative, but right now I'm a little busy to listen to your pre-written bullshit, so, if you don't mind...

She said to enjoy my day, and went on to the neighbor's place.




Some people just don't get it. Why do I have to be the one they see? Why do I have to be the one to ruin their post-GED sales dreams? Why do I have to be the one to tell them that the $1500 Kirby vac does the same job as my $150 Hoover?
 
See, here I was thinking that if there's too much dust and whatnot for the broom, then I let her drag the air hose in from the compressor and just open the windows and blast away. Rusty got serious dinero for spendy Hoover-type equipment, he's a target, yup.

But what got me to laughing was recalling when I was out in the yard splitting firewood with the 8# maul and a tall Bud. A couple of nice folks wearing go-to-church clothes walked up the yard and wanted to talk. I was shirtless, sweatin' and far enough into the wood and beer that I figured "What the hell, might as well offend someone," and told them to pull up a piece of wood and have a sit. They didn't want any beer, so that worked out fine. So they started talking about their beliefs and I got to ask a few questions, purely for clarification purposes.

Well, after I while I started getting a handle on how they saw things, but there was something that didn't sound quite right. So when I suggested that their categorical rejection of evolution was blasphemy in view of their belief in the perfection of their supreme being, they started getting apoplectic on me. I just figured that a perfect creator would be able to set up a system whereby evolution and creation could co-exist (after all, we're talking friggin' PERFECTION here). If they couldn't get along with that, then they were denying the creator's perfection in my mind, and that's bloody blasphemy.

About that time, they realized that I was thirsty and my beer was empty and the wood wasn't going to split itself. Or maybe I realized that, whatever. So they left. I told them I didn't even need their little booklets. One of them muttered something sounded like "Heretic of the ages" or somesuch. Probably was "Have a nice day," and I just misunderstood. Nice folks. Come back anytime.

Thanks for the welcome, Rusty. And good luck always comes in handy, thank you.

DiNCA
 
Awful lot of big words in there, Dan. apoplectic is one I can't even say, let alone define. But I think, regardless, you and me think a lot alike. We may become good internet buds. Or we may clash and argue on most every topic. Either way, I welcome the discussion :D
 
You forgot to add 'and join the party'. so I'll just invite myself. Besides I don't think anyone objects to a belly dancer crashing the festivities.
 
I was home schooled real early. When I was real little, from before I could walk, I'd sit in my Gramma's lap and she'd read to me out loud while pointing at the words. First story books with pictures, then when I started recognizing words and reading them, she "advanced" things and I never got bored. Gramma's School Grad-Yoo-Ate, yup.
 
I remember we had some of the door to door meat salesmen come to our house. For whatever reason Monica ended up buying quite a bit. She said the prices seemed reasonable and the meat looked good. She ended up buying $3-400 in meat. Since she didn't have that much cash on hand she gave them her debit card number or something. Well since we used a card the ended up charging us like an extra $40 or something like that - but they didn't tell her they were going to do that. We went round and round with them about it. Even turned them into the BBB. Never did get the extra $40 back. But then 6 months or a year later they came back and said, we see that you've bought from us before and we figure you are ready for some more great meat. Just so happened the kids were in baseball at that time and they had a ball bat sitting right there. I picked it up and I told the guy that they best leave NOW and never come back and I stepped out the door bat in hand. That guy ran off the porch so fast he left skid marks rounding the front of his truck he was running so fast. In the mean time his helper sitting in the passenger seat that didn't get out was going What happened? What is going on? They haven't been back since.:yum:
 
Answering the door in your underwear and holding the 12 ga. is pretty effective as well. If they still want to chat you let the big dog get loose.
 
I remember we had some of the door to door meat salesmen come to our house. For whatever reason Monica ended up buying quite a bit. She said the prices seemed reasonable and the meat looked good. She ended up buying $3-400 in meat. Since she didn't have that much cash on hand she gave them her debit card number or something. Well since we used a card the ended up charging us like an extra $40 or something like that - but they didn't tell her they were going to do that. We went round and round with them about it. Even turned them into the BBB. Never did get the extra $40 back. But then 6 months or a year later they came back and said, we see that you've bought from us before and we figure you are ready for some more great meat. Just so happened the kids were in baseball at that time and they had a ball bat sitting right there. I picked it up and I told the guy that they best leave NOW and never come back and I stepped out the door bat in hand. That guy ran off the porch so fast he left skid marks rounding the front of his truck he was running so fast. In the mean time his helper sitting in the passenger seat that didn't get out was going What happened? What is going on? They haven't been back since.:yum:

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Answering the door in your underwear and holding the 12 ga. is pretty effective as well. If they still want to chat you let the big dog get loose.
We did, (well I did,) something like that the one New Years Eve, only without a gun. We ordered Domino's, and when it came I answered the door, (not drunk, but well-tuned,) in just my boxers. The woman who was standing there, holding our pie, must have been in her 60's. She took it so well, and didn't even act startled. She got a great tip, and a story to tell the rest of the drivers that night!
 
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I imagine that she has seen all kinds of weird things on New Years Eve.

No doubt. I seen some crazy shit when I was delivering, too. Things that made me laugh, and then things that downright pissed me off, to the point that after the 20 minute drive back to the shop, I was still fuming, and hollering at my boss. (I was his best driver, so there was no love lost over that.)
 
I'd like to do that to some of the religious types that come to my door every couple of months. Doesn't get though to them that I have my own beliefs and am not about to change?
 
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