Thursday, December 17, 2009

LIFE: Don't Come A-Knockin' On My Front Door

It's that time of the year, where even a Grinch like me attracts visitors. Visitors I want. And Visitors I don't want. Dead of summer, start of winter. Every year. About a month ago, I had, in order, a wandering real estate would-be mogul, a gas salesperson and our friendly friends of the Church of Latter Day Saints. I was somewhat sympathetic to the latter, although I sent them on the way as quickly as possible, was polite to the first guy and slammed the door on the insistent lady in the middle.
Then I made up this sign. Since then, I have had three people ask for copies. It isn't perfect, but it gets my sentiments over pretty well. Do with it as you will.


Jim McKeeth said...

Why is it so many solicitors assume they are the exception?

Gary Mugford said...

Because the dream they live in the land of milk and honey and lies. The ones they tell, the lies on my lips as I tell them they aren't the exception after all.

Then again, I think I'm a programmer. So who's the bigger fool these days?