What is it with people???
Dec. 9th, 2008 06:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I came home late Friday night from a work-related event and found the coinbox empty on the counter, the drawers in my dresser half open, and my husband's jacket flung across the couch. I asked him what happened and he told me some guy had knocked on the door because his truck had broken down a couple of miles down the road and his wife and children were in the truck and could he help him out with some money. - I swear my husband is the only one in town who falls for this B.S.! That same guy tried to get some money out of my boss and me at the office last year, claiming he worked for the city! People even called the paper with his story, warning others about him.
Anyway, Le Husband gave the guy what little cash he could find in the house (thank God he didn't find the checkbook!) and drove him home.
This morning, just about 15 minutes ago, the same guy knocks at the door and launches this long story about how my husband helped him out the outher day and he is going to do some yardwork for us as a thank you, trim the redtops and such, and don't I remember him? He cleaned up our yard a couple of years ago, after a storm (no, I don't remember, because it never happened! We cleaned the yard ourselves after Ivan and Dennis, thank you very much. I do remember you, however, because you tried to swindle me out of 20 bucks at the office last year!). And aren't I the one working for the Chamber? His sister Kathy knows me (sorry, there are droves of people coming through there and most of them don't introduce themselves. Plus, it's not your sister who knows me - it's you! Because you remember me from back last year when you tried to swindle me out of 20 bucks at the office!).
Anyway... Here I am, standing in the door in pyjama pants and a white t-shirt and no bra, it's cold outside, and I haven't even had a cup of coffee yet because it's ten past six in the morning. My husband has a heart of gold and falls for you suckers each and every time. He gives you money for yardwork and then you never show up. I'm tired of you people! So I cut you short by telling you that I have no time because I have to get ready for work. Have you brought your tools? Are you planning on trimming the redtops this morning? - And you have the audacity to launch into another tale of a broken down truck that needs a "gadget" and could I help you out with just 14 bucks. My, my - last year the same "gadget" was 20 bucks. I tell you I'm a "plastic only" girl and never keep cash in the house, and you finally leave.
You know what? Come back and trim the hedges, mow the lawn and clean up the yard, and I'll be glad to give you 14 bucks for your "gadget". We have a ride-on lawnmower. It's going to take you maybe two hours to get it all done. That's 7 bucks per hour - cash and tax free.
And now I have to get ready for work.
Have a pleasant day, all!
Anyway, Le Husband gave the guy what little cash he could find in the house (thank God he didn't find the checkbook!) and drove him home.
This morning, just about 15 minutes ago, the same guy knocks at the door and launches this long story about how my husband helped him out the outher day and he is going to do some yardwork for us as a thank you, trim the redtops and such, and don't I remember him? He cleaned up our yard a couple of years ago, after a storm (no, I don't remember, because it never happened! We cleaned the yard ourselves after Ivan and Dennis, thank you very much. I do remember you, however, because you tried to swindle me out of 20 bucks at the office last year!). And aren't I the one working for the Chamber? His sister Kathy knows me (sorry, there are droves of people coming through there and most of them don't introduce themselves. Plus, it's not your sister who knows me - it's you! Because you remember me from back last year when you tried to swindle me out of 20 bucks at the office!).
Anyway... Here I am, standing in the door in pyjama pants and a white t-shirt and no bra, it's cold outside, and I haven't even had a cup of coffee yet because it's ten past six in the morning. My husband has a heart of gold and falls for you suckers each and every time. He gives you money for yardwork and then you never show up. I'm tired of you people! So I cut you short by telling you that I have no time because I have to get ready for work. Have you brought your tools? Are you planning on trimming the redtops this morning? - And you have the audacity to launch into another tale of a broken down truck that needs a "gadget" and could I help you out with just 14 bucks. My, my - last year the same "gadget" was 20 bucks. I tell you I'm a "plastic only" girl and never keep cash in the house, and you finally leave.
You know what? Come back and trim the hedges, mow the lawn and clean up the yard, and I'll be glad to give you 14 bucks for your "gadget". We have a ride-on lawnmower. It's going to take you maybe two hours to get it all done. That's 7 bucks per hour - cash and tax free.
And now I have to get ready for work.
Have a pleasant day, all!
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