That time of season where at least two solicitors (or requesters) come to the door every damn day.
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That time of season where at least two solicitors (or requesters) come to the door every damn day.
Always selling a service we have no need or desire for. These people don't have websites, and they are pushy as fuck. The longer you let them talk, the pushier they get. This probably works on old people, especially widows with no help in the family, but with me… it pisses me off. I cut them short and make it clear not to return. They are visibly disappointed. lol
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She banged hard, too, looking haggard and boozy. Wanted money for the disabled. Hard to read. Maybe scammy, maybe not.
In her hand was a clipboard. Supposed donators already scribbled on it. She wanted name, email, phone, address, amount, and manner of payment (check or cash).
If it was legit, I’m sorry, but you don’t step to my door, bang, and demand that info + money.
Again, flustered. Trying to make me feel guilty. Picked up on my accent. “Do you understand me?” ‘Yes. Goodbye, Madame.’
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This is why, among other reasons, I wish we lived further out with no visibility to house from roadside. If you’ve got that, you are lucky. But communities like mine (effectively urban settings) are easy grounds for these types to cover, and they do regularly. It’s tiring.
Soon I’ll be that guy that puts up fake ‘killer dog’ and gun signs.
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<beware the dog.
He has diarrhea.»
