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There's a knock at the door. I guess I'd better go and answer it as it might be someone important, perhaps even the postman delivering another package (what's she gone and ordered now then?) I rush downstairs to get to the door on time (I was in the middle of making up the bed in the spare room) neatly sidestepping the cat sprawled out on the stair fourth from the bottom - a nasty accident waiting to happen that! Slightly out of breath I open the door to find... another flaming Kleaneze, Betterware, Amway, Avon (you pick) rep standing there.
Grrr... I find these interruptions extremely annoying and somehow or other, these people always arrive on my doorstep to collect their catalogues at the most inopportune moments (often when I'm sitting on the throne!) What gets me is the way they are quite often so clearly offended that I can't produce this catalogue that they stuffed through my door a few days ago on demand. Why are they so surprised that it's gone into the recycling along with all the other junk mail that comes through the letterbox?
Whilst it may be true that the missus will occasionally order some new fantastic piece of plastic junk (probably skulking around in the bottom of a cupboard now somewhere) from these companies, on the whole we don't buy this stuff and generally the catalogue will be put out for them to collect - if it's not on a table somewhere near the front door. Sometimes though, it's nowhere to be seen and we must endure another visit from the Kleaneze, Betterware etc. person again in a couple of days, just in case the missing catalogue turns up!
I'm sure their products are all wonderful (actually I don't know that for a fact, just saying that in case one of them reads this and decides to post something other than a catalogue through the letterbox) but if I wanted to buy these things I'd simply go down to the pound shop or I'd go shopping either in the streets or online. We're quite capable of finding stuff for ourselves, we don't need it shoved under our noses. Please, please, please... Go out and get a real job instead of peddling this crap around the houses.
By: Fed up with peddlers