Tuesday, November 17, 2009
So I scream and run downstairs, because I HATE telling people NO and having them try to push me. I make poor D tend to the meat guy.
J comes down stairs a few minutes later, just rolling. I guess the conversation went something like this:
“You all interested in some beef?”
”Nope, we have our own cow. Thanks.”
”How about some chicken?”
”Nope, have some chickens out in the back yard.”
”What about some seafood? Don’t see any PIGS in the backyard..” (Ok-what the heck?? We didn’t get it either and I am REALLY hoping he was just being sarcastic and not really that stupid…)
“Nope, don’t need any seafood either. Not interested. Thanks anyway.”
”OK, well, have fun shopping at the grocery store!”
So, while I probably wouldn’t have ever bought meat from a hick looking guy with no teeth driving a pickup truck, now I KNOW we won’t be.
And while I am on the subject, what is the deal with these door to door people and being rude. When I say NO or sorry, I am busy, please just say thanks anyway and walk back down the driveway. I must be on the list, because it seems as though anyone who has anything to sell or a religion to push, they come see me.
A daycare mom and I hid from my weekly Jehovah witnesses yesterday. We sat with the door locked and hid like they were monsters in a horror movie. Later we realized she had left her car in the driveway…running. How’s that for obvious! HAHA
Posted by Becky at 7:45 AM