Rant on.
I hate them. My neighborhood has a "no soliciting" sign at the front. Pretty clear that if you are a solicitor, you are not welcome.
So, d-bag solicitor rings the doorbell tonight. I answer the door OC'ing (because I'm at home), and 2 dogs barking behind me. It's some millennial kid smirking at me. I asked "Did you miss the sign?" He looks around my porch smirking and says "I don't see any signs."
"The one at the front of the neighborhood." I clarify.
"Oh that?" He laughs. "Those don't mean anything".
"Get out" I request.
"What?" He asks.
"Scram" I tell him.
"Have a nice day Sir." - Smirking the whole time... like some sort of hair gel addicted rectum goblin.
Wow, if I'm this grumpy at only 39 years old, I'm going to be a REAL treat at 65.
Rant off.
I hate them. My neighborhood has a "no soliciting" sign at the front. Pretty clear that if you are a solicitor, you are not welcome.
So, d-bag solicitor rings the doorbell tonight. I answer the door OC'ing (because I'm at home), and 2 dogs barking behind me. It's some millennial kid smirking at me. I asked "Did you miss the sign?" He looks around my porch smirking and says "I don't see any signs."
"The one at the front of the neighborhood." I clarify.
"Oh that?" He laughs. "Those don't mean anything".
"Get out" I request.
"What?" He asks.
"Scram" I tell him.
"Have a nice day Sir." - Smirking the whole time... like some sort of hair gel addicted rectum goblin.
Wow, if I'm this grumpy at only 39 years old, I'm going to be a REAL treat at 65.
Rant off.