I am not good with sales people whether they come to my door or they call me on the phone. I try to be nice despite my extreme annoyance but it is very hard. My husband is very good with sales people who initiate contact with us. I think it was his years on a mission that make him more compassionate in this area than I am. Some of the sales people I am most irritated with are those who use my religious affiliation to get me to buy their products. Let me tell you of an experience I had just last week.
It’s mid-afternoon and I’m going about my daily business, laundry, dirty diapers, entertaining and feeding all of the neighborhood children. I’m not expecting much today, just the normal stuff. Suddenly I hear a very friendly and adult sounding knock at my door. Hey, I think to myself, somebody’s comin’ to chat, this could be fun.
I open my door to a very clean cut, twenty-something, young man. Down at his feet I see, no! Please, anything but that…his duffel bag has Living Scriptures embroidered on it. I think I’m feeling faint.
He gets a smile on his face, takes a big breath, but I hurriedly shout, “I’ve already seen your presentation and we’re not interested!”
Still smiling Living Scriptures Guy (LSG) says, “Well, when did you last hear our presentation?”
“Uh, when we lived in California,” I reply.
“Let me come in and show you some of the latest things we’ve added to our program in the last couple of months.”
“No really, I’m not interested,” I try to sound a bit more forceful. I think about closing the door but I worry he’ll stick his foot in the door and start shouting about the new US presidents line they’ve come up with. I want to tell him that my family doesn’t believe in going in debt over a series of animated videos but I don’t think this will affect him in anyway.
Luckily I can see in his eyes that he believes me. Whew, I think, I’m off the hook. Wait, he’s not finished, “Do you know anyone in the neighborhood I can talk to about my videos?”
“No,” I reply. “The person who gave you my name probably gave you the same names that I would tell you.”
“I don’t have any names,” he states.
“Really, I don’t know anyone.” He looks like he doesn’t believe me. I throw out the name of a family down the street and hope they will understand and forgive me for what I have done. I quickly shut the door and heave a sigh of relief…
The next morning I’m going about my daily business, laundry, dirty diapers, entertaining and feeding all of the neighborhood children. Suddenly I hear a friendly and adult sounding knock at my door. Sweet, I think, someone wants to chat. I throw open my door and aaaggghhh, it’s LSG! How can this be, what horrific things did I do in a previous life?
He gets a big grin on his face and say, “Sister Johnston”
“Dude, you were just at my house LAST NIGHT.”
He looks perplexed (I think it’s an act), “Here, I came here? Wow, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m very sure,” I state.
“Gee, I must have a terrible memory,” says LSG.
“Yes, you were here and we’re just not interested.”
I quietly shut the door and hopefully this chapter in my life.