No, Thank You.

Once upon a time people came to your door to sell you vacuum cleaners, encyclopedias, and oodles of kitchen gadgets. The Fuller Brush Company did a huge business selling all kinds of brushes and cleaning tools to housewives.

That was then. This is now.

Society has changed. People consider – okay, I consider – it an imposition for you to knock on my door. I don’t have a No Solicitation sign on the door only because it is unattractive, but if I wanted to buy your product I would. I don’t.

That means I hardly open the door to anyone I don’t know. The only exception was the other day because the guy was dressed like a city worker. Stanley wanted to eat him. I quickly figured out that he was wearing a hard hat and a yellow vest as a costume and that he wanted to sell me a water system. He was the one who left first because he couldn’t be heard over Stanley’s barking.

Good boy.

Last Sunday, twenty-one people were standing in front of my house as one of them approached my door, rang the doorbell, then banged on the screen. Just picture what Stanley did. She didn’t leave right away, either. I didn’t open the door. I find it extremely hard to be rude to people, even if they want me to follow Jesus in their way or admit that I’m going to hell because I don’t. So, it’s better if I don’t engage at all.

After about five minutes of Stanley hysterics the woman left, rejoining the group in front of my house. They moved on to the next neighbor.

I can’t help but wonder if people actually get converts this way. What happens if someone opens the door and invites one of them in? Do the rest follow? Is this really the best use of their time?

Maybe some poor soul who is confined to his house will find the visit a blessing. As far as Stanley and me – we didn’t.

16 thoughts on “No, Thank You.”

  1. I’ve stopped answering the door when those soliciting come a-knockin’. There is a sign in front of the neighborhood forbidding it, but they ignore it.

  2. I’m with you Karen although I don’t find it hard to be rude, so I have to make a conscious effort not to. Before we got the ring doorbell we never answered the door anyway. Not only do I not want to be bothered, but to me it’s a safety and security thing. I’ve heard too many things about people answering their door for it to be a home invasion or they get attacked. A family member of mine answered her door one morning after she had done a night shift at work. She’s a nurse. She opened the door and there were three men that invaded her home, raped her and dumped her in the bathtub.

    • How awful! I’m so sorry that happened.

      One night years ago some people came to my door and said that they had an injured puppy and needed help. This is before I got Flash, so I was dogless. They begged me to help them. I wouldn’t open the door. A couple of days later I heard it was a burglar ring scam to get into your house. From that moment on I NEVER open the door at night.

  3. When I was young, we had a bread man who delivered bread and other baked goods on a regular basis. We also had a milk man who delivered to us. I can remember my mother buying things from the Fuller Brush man. I used to do that too.

    I realize I am in the minority, but I miss the time when we had connections to people who came to the door, or walked by on the street, or dropped by for coffee or iced tea.

    I miss the time when people had interaction with other people. Again, I realize I am in a minority. I may be the only person in the world who feels this way.

    But, I feel sad that we no longer have personal responses to other human beings. Yes, I realize there are people who want to convert me or sell me things I do not want, but I have this secret weapon. It is the word NO. I have a faith, I may not want or need what you are selling, so NO.

    I am well aware that not everyone feels as I do. But,I really miss the idea of connecting to people who pass through my life.

    I do not work at home. My time is not as valuable as most people (I have no job). So, I have the time to answer a door.

    At the same time, I no longer answer a phone unless the number is someone I know. Those robo callers who call me are pond scum. I believe once you reach a certain age, the phone calls begin because they believe anyone over a certain age are dumber than a box of rocks…..but I digress and that is a discussion for another time.

    So, if any of you want to drop by for iced tea or a Dr Pepper, feel free, just realize I am not changing my faith and I am probably not gonna buy anything.

    Y’all come back now, yahear.

  4. I get the bible bashers all the time. I open the door but leave the screen locked and I tell them I’m a Lutheran, which I am. They usually smile and leave.

    • I’ve tried telling them that I’m a Presbyterian, but that doesn’t phase them one bit. 🙂

  5. When young I never wanted to be rude but with age I learned not to answer most of them and I’m one that hides from those selling religion. When I had dogs they would bark but I don’t think they were up to Stanley’s caliber lol. Too bad cats aren’t deterrents although they are an excuse not to open my screen door.

    • I used to think that I had to answer my door all the time and answer every phone call. Not now.

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