how not to sell product
so this salesman shows up at my door. on crutches. no, i'm not making this up. alisa's cooking and tells him she doesn't have time to talk to him. he keeps talking through the window. bennett tells him we don't buy things at the door. this goes on for a while. i tell him to have a nice day. he's like, are you talking to me? yes leave. he goes then. sorta. stands on my walk shouting to his friend in the meat truck about how rude i am. so the neighbors can hear. i went out and hurried him along. i think if he hadn't been an honest to god door-to-door salesman on crutches i would have found an outlet for that low grade
angry simmer.