Seriously: get lost

[sigma7]

Attention people of Earth: I am not interested in buying magazines from you to "help you go on a trip." I am not interested in the "leftover steaks" you have in the back of your truck. I am not interested in purchasing anything from you, if only because your attitude that the importance of your need to sell whatever it is you're peddling is somehow more important than the rare time I have to myself on a Saturday morning. If you believe banging on doors at random is a valid business plan, allow me to introduce you to reality of the harshest variety.

I have, heretofore, been altogether courteous and polite with my interactions with wandering salespeople. But I'm going to have to step up my game. I'm not planning on shooting through the door randomly as if I were beset by salesmoose, but the thought has occurred to me.

Edit: Twice in one morning? You have bothered me and rattled the birds. Now I'm all in a stabby mood.

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[sigma7.livejournal.com]

I hadn't heard about it before getting approached with this simply...idiotic offer, and it took more than a bit of Googling before coming up with, yeah, more or less what you just said. Here's hoping that someone else learns from this. Because knowing is half the battle, and the other half is apparently resisting purloined sirloin.

Still, even if there was room in the freezer, even if I were convinced of the veracity of your sketchy tale, even if I had utmost confidence in the quality and safety of your food, if you're coming to my house and trying to sell it to me, I'm not buying it. A few times is an aberration, but this is happening often enough to worry that my address is on a list (especially when steak-guy skipped over my next-door neighbor).