Saturday, June 28, 2008

The wishy washy washing machine company of Walla Walla Washington...

A while back I got the dreaded phone call, you all know the one, it happens (without fail) right at dinner time. A gentleman was on the phone selling something which I've long since forgotten. The amusing thing was his name...Peter Parker. What, was Bruce Wayne taken? Clark Kent perhaps?

Today we got a knock at the door from someone, and since we didn't know who it was, Josh opened the front door but not the storm door. It turned out that it was a door-to-door salesman who wanted us to change gas companies. He asked us to open the storm door and when Josh refused, the gentleman patted down his pockets and said "I don't have a weapon!" Umm, ok? Thanks for telling me? It's still our right to not open our door if we choose. Though in all reality, if he had a weapon, our all glass storm door isn't much protection. :P

We both found it mildly amusing, if not downright annoying, that he kept talking after we both said we weren't interested in switching. He kept talking about the benefits. We knew he heard us, but he kept yammering on.

4 comments:

MotherMotherOcean said...

We keep getting a cal like that. And I have been to Walla Walla Washington. I liked a school there.

PIPO said...

Note to self: Take R and J off referral list for vacuum sales dude.

It's a shame...he really sucks (arh, arh, arh).

kerri said...

So tired of telemarketers calling me a zillion times a day, usually when I am putting Jill down for a nap, cooking supper or my favourite in thw washroom, LOL.

Beth said...

We get calls several times a day, gotta love call display.
I will admit the gas salesman was tres weird. I would have reported him to his bosses.