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Thought heared the post man and found avon brochure through the door. As dont buy from the door and have notice on door asking for no brochures and sales materials, thought rather than plonk it back outside in the later rain, to give it back. Doing a good turn
Well this woman marched back and demanded why I wouldnt at least look at it and I said I dont buy or sell at the door politely and the door states that.
She shouted well I am not selling at the door Hang on.
She moaned like hell as to why not interested and I said well its up to you take the book back or I will pop it in the bin, politely again.
She grabbed it and stormed off mouthing obscenities.
So much for the smile and looks like the ding dong stands for something else now.
I can't stand them they get on my wick!! It annoys me the most when they are hammering the door down to get the brochure back and then complain that we have put it in the bin. I don't answer the door to people that I don't know so it's usually the OH that this happend to. We don't have a notice but as far as we're concerned if we didn't request it then it is junk mail and will be treated as such, and we suggest they put it on their list not to drop through in future but they allways do. I know all aree not bad and some are very nice and just trying to earn pennies as we all are but as with any job loose the attitude! If you aren't making enough sales, it could be why....
Well I should have just stuck it in the bin. Normally I dont answer but last few weeks felt a little stronger. I should have ripped it up in front of her for her cheek. We get the betaware and last time I put it out as they were walking back down the road they also threw a wobbly and said it was in the rain and they had to pay for them. Wonder if same lady, last time it was a woman and man, could be her.
I am too polite. Should have just said dont want crap through the door and threw it at her. That would be a worthy ding dong.
What is it with me lately, I seem to attract the weirdos and ignorant shi**. I am not nasty and recently described as polite talking mrs maggoo by my friend. I am not out to annoy people but lately there seems a lot to moan at.
Only last week had woman in b and q shout at me for not following her to the quick till. I misunderstood her. Even staff in stores think they can treat the customer like poo.
I could understand if I was an ignorant pleb who shouted at everyone, but I am nice,honestly....
My biggest bugbear when it comes to things through the letterbox is charity clothing collections. Only 1 in 100 are genuine, the rest are gypsies and the like (so we have been warned anyway). We get a minimum of 2 of these through the letterbox everyday. Good job we recycle.
PS. I have nothing against giving to charities, but if they have a collection 4 times a week for clothing, then how many unwanted clothes do they think we have. We have even been warned what collection vans to look out for because apparently it is big business for fraudsters.
We get them too. Ive not been well and down for quite some time. You can tell when things are not quite right. The crap mail builds up at the door Honestly when I cleared my hall way it could have been enough to fuel a barbecue for the comming summer.
and I had better not start on the dreaded pizza and curry leaflets
I untill recently was getting too regular a call from the local jehovahs witness church at the top of the road. Started to think someone was taking the mickey.
Any how written on the sign which says no buying and selling is added by me 'please no jehovahs witness calls' to save them time and me feeling embaressed saying no thanks. They always remind me of mrs marple pulling their trolley and politely disapointed no one wants to speak.
But in any case it works, they dont come anymore. Avon please note
I have a notice with a long list on it of people who I dont want to call by the front door as I do not want disturbing at all. It does not do any good though, I am tired of junk mail, junk phone calls we are registered with mailing and telephone preference service. They are useless. While I was off sick I was woken up every 5 minutes by every man and his dog phoning me up. I did not have the wit to unplug the phone!
I just put a notice on the porch door stating that, without exception, all leaflets, brochures or chari-bags would be immediately binned.
Old clothes collections?....... I'm wearing them!
Same as me. I maybe in my case a size 22 squeezing into size 18 but they will do for me. Then when dropped to bit, oh the strain, I use them as dusters and cloths:grin:
Well I should have just stuck it in the bin. Normally I dont answer but last few weeks felt a little stronger. I should have ripped it up in front of her for her cheek. We get the betaware and last time I put it out as they were walking back down the road they also threw a wobbly and said it was in the rain and they had to pay for them. Wonder if same lady, last time it was a woman and man, could be her.
I am too polite. Should have just said dont want crap through the door and threw it at her. That would be a worthy ding dong.
What is it with me lately, I seem to attract the weirdos and ignorant shi**. I am not nasty and recently described as polite talking mrs maggoo by my friend. I am not out to annoy people but lately there seems a lot to moan at.
Only last week had woman in b and q shout at me for not following her to the quick till. I misunderstood her. Even staff in stores think they can treat the customer like poo.
I could understand if I was an ignorant pleb who shouted at everyone, but I am nice,honestly....
I know how you feel, I have allways attracted loons (OH not included). If there is one about, they will start talking to me. I remember once not long ago being stood in a bus stop que, minding my own business and this bloke started talking to me. Started talking about how short I was compared to him, and how it was his viking blood that had made him so tall. Then he started to tell me that he has a bad tamper and can get very violent, but it wasn't his fault you understand, it's his viking blood . Thank god he didn't try sit next to me I'd have been off.
I wonder maybe they see that you are nice and play on it. I used to be very quiet and never say anything to anybody but the older I get the braver I get .
Know what you mean. Where I am the local market has a particular visitor who is poorly by all accounts but well known. Now dont laugh, I have my issues but this gets me giggling now, but at the time because of my health, I freaked out.
Any how, he thinks he is KING KONG. Yes you heared right KING KONG. What this man likes to do is crawl up behind woman and scream in king king language and sort of pat you on the back as in last hit and jump up and down infront of you face.
Now the first time he did it, I freaked out, but was reassured by the market holders, he was well known and couldnt help it. Fair enough but some months later on sweltering summer day he got me again and I ran off screaming. I laugh now but honestly this man could give someone a heart attack. Havnt had misfortune lately of meeting him thank god, probably locked in the funny farm, and I have issues but lately seem to get targetted.
I wonder wether people pick up I am anxious and head for me. Two pee heads being apparantly followed by city security were next to take the pee out of the state of my hair, it was a bad hair day, but hey I was at least out of the house for the first time in months. They decided to hit me on the head, now hard but enough to disturb me. They were excorted out of shopping centre and staff told me I wasnt the only woman, again woman, they had targeted.
Saw my ex for first time in 10/11 years the other day and it went well, he had a bear belly that easily matched my tummy so we were even there. But it wasnt untill he mentioned the state of my hands, that I remembered Ive obvously been like this for some time. I have the hands of an overworked 100 year old and its my own fault for not leaving them alone.
Any how nice to talk to someone, just think today was alittle too much, had assessment from mental hospital arrive and they as much as a lot accurate have got a few things wrong. Painted me as a adult who doesn t take her medication, they didnt listen, I admitted I used to have issues taking it. Also said they doubted I would have gone to appt on my own as in son was there, he was off sick already.
Anyhow doesnt matter maybe I am so anxious people pick up on it, so what I am human xxxxx
I know what I need to do. Get the warning big dog lives here and cross it out and alter it to 'warning, high strung woman lives here, put things through the letter box, at your own risk'
I remember standing on a train platform with my (then) ten year old daughter, there was a six foot tall, built like a rugby player guy skipping (ala Michael McIntyre) backwards and forwards infront of us neighing like a horse and making clippety cloppety noises with his tongue. I kept trying to move away but he followed us and i kept saying to my daughter "dont make eye contact with him". Eventually the guard came and moved him along. Quite scarey when you are with your kids.
Another really bad one was on my daily commute to work on the bus, (they really do look up and down the isle looking for me I am sure). This drunk teetered from side to side until he came level with me and then smiled showing me his teeth, they were like the commandments, ten of them and all black and broken, then his particular odour caught up with him and he smelt like someone had filled a black bin liner with grass cuttings, manure, sick and amonia, sealed the bag and boiled it for six weeks and then opened the bag and shoved your head in it, I kid you not! He proceeded to sit next to me and he started to jiggle his knee against me looking at me all the time waiting for some kind or response....at this point i was turning my head to the window not only to avoid eye contact but to stop myself from retching at the smell! After about five minutes of this i couldnt stand it any longer, I stood and asked him to move so that i could get off at the next stop, i was on the brink of being sick when he moved his legs and I could see that he has soiled his pants and it was all over the seat!
I told the driver as I was getting off so what did he do?...he only made the drunk get off too...... so now i was trying to walk really fast to the next bus stop and hope that he didnt follow me! Luckily he seemed to be in his own little world and teetered off in a different direction....unfortunatel y the smell lingered with me all day and made me feel really sick!
Reminds me of when used to commute to london. Remember the fashion in the early 90's wear the long trench coat tied around the waste. I got this twit ask me if I had any thing on underneath. Got up and moved to another carriage and he followed. So I took off my coat which showed my uniform and at the next stop called the guard to throw him off.
There was a lot of respect between the staff. Trouble when diagnosed and put on medication I kept falling asleep and waking up all over the place. Because of my uniform they never woke me to ask for my ticket. It became embaressing. I was told on one occassion I looked too comfy they didnt want to disturb me and I had a breif visit to scotland. he he.
Ding Dong Avon lady
Hang on.
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Only 1 in 100 are genuine, the rest are gypsies and the like (so we have been warned anyway). We get a minimum of 2 of these through the letterbox everyday. Good job we recycle.
Honestly when I cleared my hall way it could have been enough to fuel a barbecue for the comming summer.
Originally Posted by Rooster-UK
