As promised, here’s Part II and the final post of my Door to Door experiences.

It was a warm summer day about a year after we moved into our first home. The kids were home and I was working when a knock came at the door. We had this really awesome heavy-duty steel security screen door with a deadbolt lock that allowed me to see out but no one could see in. (I miss that thing and have never been able to find one since we moved.) Standing at my door was an older woman with do-it-yourself bleached blond hair. She was wearing shorts and t-shirt. She was carrying a folder and I figured since she was so casually dressed she was going to tell me my windows suck considering that’s what most of the door to door sales people bothered us about. They always claimed they were working “in the area” and usually had on work clothes to prove it. (Our aluminum windows attracted all kinds). But nope… she didn’t want to sell me vinyl windows, siding, cleaning supplies, discount furniture, or anything for our home.

She started her pitch with, “Hi! I’m here to talk about your debt and how we can save you some money. May I come in?” She kept moving around and craning her neck to try to get a view of me through the security screen.

I blinked at her a few times and smiled knowing she couldn’t see me then said, “We don’t have any debt. Thanks anyway.” She replied with, “Do you own or rent your home? Because if you have a mortgage, you have debt and I might be able to save on your interest rate. We can even discuss consolidating all your debt into one payment!”

I told her my interest rate was awesome and we didn’t need any help with finances, debt because we had none, our mortgage, or anything of the sort so I’m not interested. Thanks for stopping by. I must run now as I’m working.

She glared at the screen door then said with a very snotty and frustrated tone of voice, “Ma’am! I’m just trying to save you some money! Can I please come in so we can go over your finances?”

I already told her we had no debt. We really didn’t. We didn’t even have a credit card at that point. Just the mortgage. Even our car was paid for. But I wasn’t going to tell her all that So I replied, “That’s great. But I’ve already told you I don’t need help with any of that, and besides, I wouldn’t show a complete stranger my finances. So, sorry, I’m not interested and really must get back to work.” I started to shut the door. I doubt she could see that through the screen though and she didn’t budge. Instead she shouted at me, “YOU’RE RUDE! YOU KNOW THAT? I’m just trying to save you money and you’re being RUDE!”

I should have just slammed the door but … she called ME rude. I just told her three times I wasn’t interested and didn’t need help with our finances… SHE wouldn’t go away and she called ME rude? Not only did that tick me off but it also made me nervous. This woman was clearly psycho and I didn’t trust her to not key my car or something as she walked went back down our driveway. I told her she had 3 seconds to get off my property or I was calling the police. Then I ran and grabbed the phone knowing she still couldn’t see me. I could hear her saying something but not exactly what.

When I got back after grabbing the phone a few seconds later she still standing there with her arms crossed muttering something. I told her I was dialing the police now (I wasn’t). She said ‘fuck you’ then turned and slowly made her way off my porch. When she got to the top of the driveway she turned around and shouted something at me. I don’t remember exactly what it was now because by then I was pretty freaked out and trying to decide if I really should call the police. Without really thinking about it I opened the screen door phone in hand and shouted for her to get the hell off my property now and don’t ever come back.

She took her time slowly walking down my driveway. Muttering and turning back a few times to glare at me. She stopped at the end of the driveway then turned again to shout at me. I started walking towards her and yelled at her to keep on going. She stepped onto the street and said, “I’m not on your property anymore so there’s nothing you can do about it”. I kept moving towards her while turning the phone on so I could dial 911. I got as far as 9 and 1 then she started walking briskly towards my neighbor’s house. I shouted at her to keep on going past the neighbor’s house as she was NOT welcome anywhere on this street. (The neighbor was a sweet 80 year old lady… and I wasn’t about to let this freak of nature go anywhere near her.) She did keep on moving but she kept turning around to tell me I was mean, psycho, etc until she finally rounded the corner and was out of sight. SHE was the psycho one.

I honestly don’t know what the HECK that was all about. I suspect she wasn’t even legit as she never did give a business name. But the manner in which she did not accept no for an answer is not something I’ve ever come across before or since. I’ve heard the “but I’m trying to save you money” line a billion times but never in such an angry and “I’m not going anywhere” attitude.

When I called Jack and told him about it he wasn’t impressed with how I handled it. He reminded me that she could have attacked me when I went outside to chase her off. At the time I wasn’t really thinking. I was just reacting. She freaked me out and I just wanted her gone, away from me, away from our house and most importantly, away from my kids. And what would I have done if she hadn’t moved? Jack was right.. I should have stayed in the house behind the safety of our screen door and just called the police. If by some freak chance that happens again that’s likely what I’ll do (except we can’t find a door like that for this new house) but I’m definitely letting people know I have killer attack dogs. I might as well have fun with these people.