I bought one of those wireless doorbells, but it proved unreliable. I recently bought another, with the same result.
When Larry the Bug Man came yesterday, he couldn't get the bell to work and called he me on his cell phone to say he was here. He also pointed out that the bell was not working. That was the last straw, because Larry is a whiner and he must have said , "Thank God for cellphones, huh?", about ten times.
Anyway, I finally decided on a method to move the damn thing and was deep into it when a red pickup, with a big chest freezer in the back, pulled up in front of the house. I recognize a pain in the ass unfolding when I see it. A young woman jumped out and ran up to the door where I was working. And working on my hands and kness, I hasten to add.
This is what she said as nearly as I can recall.
"Blah, blah, waaa...blah, selling meat, blah, blah, getting started in the business, blah, blah, my boss is in the truck, can I show you some of our meat?"
I told her I don't eat meat (mostly true).
"We have chicken and seafood, too, I'll go get some to show you."
Me speaking, "Uh, I'm kind of in the middle of something here."
She stood there for a minute, hoping I would relent, I suppose. She finally turned and left. I half expected the guy in the truck to come to the door, but he just peeled out.
I wonder where a person gets the idea that independent door-to-door meat sales is a money-maker?
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Jan 15, 2009
Maybe it's just me, but I draw the line at buying meat from a door-to-door salesperson.
I was moving our doorbell this afternoon. Several years ago we enclosed the entry way to the house with a large wrought iron door. That had the unintended good consequence of making our doorbell inaccessible to the pestering public, but also made it difficult for invited guests and delivery people to alert us to their presence at the door.
Mrs. Sneed has asked me about a thousand times why we (I) can't move it outside the new door. It is a technical issue. Technically, it is a lot of work.
I bought one of those wireless doorbells, but it proved unreliable. I recently bought another, with the same result.
When Larry the Bug Man came yesterday, he couldn't get the bell to work and called he me on his cell phone to say he was here. He also pointed out that the bell was not working. That was the last straw, because Larry is a whiner and he must have said , "Thank God for cellphones, huh?", about ten times.
Anyway, I finally decided on a method to move the damn thing and was deep into it when a red pickup, with a big chest freezer in the back, pulled up in front of the house. I recognize a pain in the ass unfolding when I see it. A young woman jumped out and ran up to the door where I was working. And working on my hands and kness, I hasten to add.
This is what she said as nearly as I can recall.
"Blah, blah, waaa...blah, selling meat, blah, blah, getting started in the business, blah, blah, my boss is in the truck, can I show you some of our meat?"
I told her I don't eat meat (mostly true).
"We have chicken and seafood, too, I'll go get some to show you."
Me speaking, "Uh, I'm kind of in the middle of something here."
She stood there for a minute, hoping I would relent, I suppose. She finally turned and left. I half expected the guy in the truck to come to the door, but he just peeled out.
I wonder where a person gets the idea that independent door-to-door meat sales is a money-maker?
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Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
I bought one of those wireless doorbells, but it proved unreliable. I recently bought another, with the same result.
When Larry the Bug Man came yesterday, he couldn't get the bell to work and called he me on his cell phone to say he was here. He also pointed out that the bell was not working. That was the last straw, because Larry is a whiner and he must have said , "Thank God for cellphones, huh?", about ten times.
Anyway, I finally decided on a method to move the damn thing and was deep into it when a red pickup, with a big chest freezer in the back, pulled up in front of the house. I recognize a pain in the ass unfolding when I see it. A young woman jumped out and ran up to the door where I was working. And working on my hands and kness, I hasten to add.
This is what she said as nearly as I can recall.
"Blah, blah, waaa...blah, selling meat, blah, blah, getting started in the business, blah, blah, my boss is in the truck, can I show you some of our meat?"
I told her I don't eat meat (mostly true).
"We have chicken and seafood, too, I'll go get some to show you."
Me speaking, "Uh, I'm kind of in the middle of something here."
She stood there for a minute, hoping I would relent, I suppose. She finally turned and left. I half expected the guy in the truck to come to the door, but he just peeled out.
I wonder where a person gets the idea that independent door-to-door meat sales is a money-maker?
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Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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9 comments:
What an unusual door. Things look so different in the desert. But I guess there are pains in the ass in every town, right?
"It is a technical issue. Technically, it is a lot of work." - Laughed out loud there.
When I want meat brought to my door, I call Omaha Steaks...
I hate buying food items (GScout cookies, School Fund Raiser Candy) at my door, but a door to door meat and seafood salesman takes the fishcake.
Great front door. Very South West.
Ms Soup
I have to agree: great door. I hope your door bell chimes something southwestern . . .
A cold call from a meat vendor is highly suspect.
beautiful door!
just the other day I noticed our doorbell doesn't work.... then I though geez I haven't heard the doorbell since this summer. effective keeping solicitors at bay.
so I put up a little note. "doorbell doesn't work knock loud or go away"
definitely wise to beware of meat sold door to door
Gross! I wouldn't buy it either.
We have a wireless doorbell that rings whenever it feels like it which sometimes coincides with an actual person standing on the front porch.
More often, though I think it rings when someone is unlocking their car with one of those electronic thingies.
Either that or the ghosts are playing with us.
You blew it. You could have gotten meat at wholesale prices, before all that supermarket markup.
Re: those crappy wireless doorbells. I have done much experimentation, and I finally got them to work. The secret is to replace the ten year old Chinese battery that comes with them with a new alkaline (not easy to find, but possible), then make sure the ringer is as close to the button as possible while still being located where you can hear it.
Love that door. Your doorbell should play Happy Trails To You or sumthin'.
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