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| Whuskers | 3 Mar 2009, 03:21 AM Post #1 |
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Periodically, (that's about every 28 days or so) we have a personal visit by a sales type from one or the other of the phone companies that seem determined to outvie each other with 'special offers' that morph into the usual crap once the year is up and tie you to whatever they dump on you for the next twelve months, unless you want to pay a 'severance fee'. Yesterday was a rather hot day here in Brizzie and we were enjoying some peace and quiet plus the cooling effect of the air conditioning. When the door was knocked upon, Maggie answered it and I continued to sit and read in my recliner chair. It soon became obvious that Maggie had been assailed by one of these serial pests and was having the greatest difficulty in getting them to understand what she meant by the words. "No thanks, we aren't interested". Whoever it was, simply talked straight over her and what's more, all of our cooled air was pouring out of the front door. I arose and ambled over to where she stood and mindful of her proximity, I did not use my best parade ground voice, opting instead for a more dulcet tone. Stood on the front verandah were two blokes, armed with clipboards and such, one was Caucasian and big, the other, doing the talking, was Indian and big. I fixed them with my best 1000 yard stare, asked them what was wrong with their hearing, told them they had five seconds to be on their way or I would assist them to exit my block extremely expeditiously. Then I said "Go on..... SCAT!" Not another word was spoken and they moved smartly off for pastures new. Maggie said that I was a bit rude to them but I replied that it was their rudeness to her that had triggered my intrusion into their personal 'fight or flight' zones. I also reminded her of when I was an Army recruiter and had been chased down a garden path by a huge German Shepherd, sicced onto me by a wee Jock in Corby, who was not impressed that I had called to see his son about an Army career he had enquired about via a newspaper cutting. I showed a fine old athleticism on that day and she had been sat in the car as I hurdled the gate in exemplary fashion, with the dogs choppers snapping together a couple of coats of paint behind my flinching chuff. I've had my turn in the barrel I reminded Maggie and cited the Corby example. "No danger of their getting the 'arris ripped out of their strides by me Darls, I told her." Still no need for a dog in this household....... |
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