a kirby salesman came to my door the other day. i wouldn't have normally answered the door without knowing who it was, but i was expecting uncle larry with a dishwasher.
it was awkward from the start when he complimented me on the nickleback shirt i had on... the one i was wearing to do manual labor about the house. i told him it was an april fool's joke, but he didn't get it.
no matter. he had a vacuum to sell me. for, like, $2,000.
he asked all the obvious questions:
what's my most high traffice area?
how often do i get my carpets cleaned?
yada.
and i answered with all the wrong answers:
i've never cleaned my carpets.
my carpet is the perfect color to hide dirt.
i don't have any high traffic areas because i live alone and i'm hardly ever home...
and every time new words spilled out of my mouth i told myself to stop talking in my head.
JUST.STOP.TALKING.AUBRY.
but it didn't work... i stumbled my way through more, more, more, circular salesman conversation.
all the things i said intead of saying "no thank you" in an effort to be polite, he took as a yes.
until i finally said
"i don't allow strangers in my home" and shut the door.
single girl living alone: fail.
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