Door to Door (slight return)

[substitute]

Another college guy showed up at the door with the exact same spiel.

ME: You guys already hit me up.

HIM: It's not what you think, we're not selling magazines.

ME: Right, you're selling books!

HIM: ...yes. Did he have something like... ::shows brochure::

ME: Right, exactly. Books for kids, in the hospital.

HIM: Well, crap. I'm just around the corner on Francisco. No one around here is in my class! What the heck?

There's a pause and the poor guy looks genuinely lost.

ME: I'm not sure he was at UCLA like you. Maybe he is at a different school that's doing the fundraiser.

HIM: Oh man, yeah. Crap. Yeah.

ME: So, anyway, this area has had the pitch already. Sorry.

HIM: Thanks, man. ::wanders off sadly::

Comments

[deadflowers.livejournal.com]

i'm trying to figure out why i think this is so hilarious. maybe it's one of those things i'll write on a scrap of paper, lose, remember twenty years later, an put it in a film.

[ranai.livejournal.com]

I had a guy get PISSED at me in a Target parking lot because I already knew the schpiel and wasn't having it. I'd already put my stuff in the car as he hovered near the hood-- he walked up when my doors were open and unlocked, and said no politely, and then I got into the car and when I kept saying no he get MAAAAAD. I remember there being a point where I thought, "Okay, he's going to kill me and take my car now" but no, he just glared and walked towards an old dude getting out of his NRA sticker-decorated truck.

[substitute.livejournal.com]

he just glared and walked towards an old dude getting out of his NRA sticker-decorated truck.

...and that was his last day on earth.

Sales Rage is a weird phenomenon. I wonder if someone's written a psych analysis of it?

[eyeteeth.livejournal.com]

Sales rage is bizarre and upsetting. In college I once got an unstable dude who was trying to sell newspapers yelling at me about how I was a pawn of the system or something. "You're not a very good salesman," I said. "I'm the BEST," he shot back, the implication being I guess that I had shown myself unworthy of him by refusing to give him my money. Maybe this phenomenon is related to that equally bizarre one where a dude makes a sleazy pass at you and then calls you rude for rebuffing or ignoring him. Also in college this happened to me with a dude who was walking by my bedroom window. He was all, "Hi! Whatcha doin'?" and I was all, "Fuck off, this is my room." He was baffled and angry. Is this kind of thing a consequence of male privilege, or do women do it too?