The door-to-door solicitors have been ruthless.
Today’s guy was outrageous.
He kept talking.
I told him I wasn’t interested.
He kept talking.
I explained that I was in the middle of a meeting and I had to go.
He kept talking.
I shut the door.
He kept talking.
Seriously.
The door was shut, and he continued to talk.
Who did he think he was talking to?
Did he think he was going to make a sale from the closed door?
Finally, eventually, he thanked me.
Or rather, he thanked the door.
And he left.
What a wacko.