Wednesday 11 May 2011

Open Letter to a Salesman

Dear Guy at My Front Door Holding a Clipboard:


 Yes, I saw you come up the walk, but no matter how many times you ring the bell and knock, I'm still not answering because I don't feel like talking to you.


I know you heard me call upstairs to my kids, but that was because I forgot I was pretending I'm not here.

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