I LOATHE sales pitches! Loathe.
Hubby and I are getting estimates from various contractors on some work on our house. I was present for the first 3 estimates but (as usual) dude wants more, so I told him have at it but leave me out the process.
One of the companies he contacted INSISTED I be there, so we made an appointment for 7PM last night. This joker showed up at 7:15PM, then said it would take him an hour. We were like “An HOUR for what?! “ but let it be. He went on and on, very thorough, but WAY too much sale pitch for my liking and I checked out about 30 minute into his song and dance. Thank G.O.D. for my husband who apparently has the patience of Job to counterbalance my shoot-from-the-hip impatience.
At any rate, an hour went by … and another hour went by and dude was STILL IN MY MONKEY FLIPPIN HOUSE!!! . He sets up on our dining table to “do drawings” and knocks down EVERY LAST ONE of our Christmas cards. Then dude brings in tile samples. GET THE OUT MY BLASTED HOUSE! … around hour 2+ after the longest presentation for no reason, he says he’s gonna “step outside for a minute so Adima and I can have some private discussion time”.
I’m sitting there thinking “DA HAYLE YOU WILL! If you go outside I’m locking the door “ but my loving hubby piped in with “No need to step outside, we’re good.” As I said, thank God for my husband because dude doesn’t know hubby spared his life from my tongues of fire!!! . Then the contractor dude is like “Are you sure about that?” looking at me to verify. I (who had basically stopped talking 2 hours prior and was shooting darts in his head with my eyes ) managed to calmly (I think) say “He’s right, no need to step outside”.
Eventually this man, his books, letters, sales pitch and tile samples were gone out my house at 9:40PM. NINE FORTY P M!!! This cannot be God’s plan for my life!