Missing the pandemic

Well, not really but there were some good things sprinkled throughout the illness and death and body bags piling up in refrigerated trucks or whatever. One of the good things? NO BLASTED DOOR-TO-DOOR SOLICITORS!

I first noticed a small group (man, woman, and little girl) walking by the Landfill this morning. Or so I thought. I didn’t notice them walking up the driveway but there they were at the door. I had to deal with them myself because my usual door interceptor was out getting his hair cut.

The man did the talking (of course). He began by asking me not to open the door. “It was too cold.” As if I was GONNA open the damn door. I was trained by The Commander to be polite to people so as he kept talking, I was looking for an opening that would allow me to kindly send them on their way.

“Well, we are knocking on doors to give people a chance to express themselves.” Um, okay? I didn’t know what he meant but I immediately said something like, “Sorry, I’m in a work meeting right now.” Which I was. I really didn’t owe them an explanation and probably shouldn’t have even answered the door.

I watched them go up and down the block and it didn’t seem like they got any business so they got into their vee-hickles (parked in front of my house) and left.

Reporting this trivial but annoying incident to the GG later, he asked how they were dressed. The GG’s view is that if the women are wearing dresses and the men are wearing ties, they are religious proselytizers. I don’t disagree with that and had already pegged them as religious proselytizers because of their clothing. Dresses for the women and I couldn’t tell if the men were wearing ties because they were also wearing winter jackets. I didn’t let them talk long enough get to the part where they told me which cult they were from and how they could save my soul.

Reflecting on the “women wear dresses” for a few moments… *I* wear dresses ALL the time. Actually I wear skirts because with a skirt, you can change your top during the day if the weather changes without changing your whole outfit. It’s all about mix-and-match, right? I do NOT look like a religious proselytizer (although many years ago, a guy at Kroger asked me if I was a “lady minister”. Whut?). Most of my skirts these days are long and some of them are tie-dyed. Hippie style. Even though I am not now and never was a hippie.

One Response to “Missing the pandemic”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I get the solar panel salespeople and the ones who want me to switch my cable. Tempting but not at the present time! Change is tough.

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