Monday, March 10, 2008

House call

A clean-cut man with a dress shirt, tie and overcoat knocked on the door this morning.

Me: Can I help you?

Him: Yes, I--
<He's holding literature saying something about 'The Greatest Love...'>

Me: No thank you.

Him: Okay.
<He turns and walks away.>

He probably took one look at my red, raw nose and the circles under my eyes and decided I wasn't worth the effort. Good call.


Anonymous said...

You needed to have a screaming baby in your arms and hair up in curlers to complete the effect.

miss d said...

Hee hee. They totally came by our house too. We didn't even answer the door. They left the "The Greatest Love" literature wedged between our doorknob. Me, Miss Recycler, put it straight in the trash. Yikes.