No, Boy Howdy, You Can’t Come In

So a young man comes to my door just now.

Mumbles a bunch of stuff about water and savings and such and then asks me to go get my last water bill.

I tell him no.

Within about two minutes of meeting me, he starts to push past me to go downstairs to check my water system.

I stop him.

“You want me to take my shoes off?” he asks.

“What are you selling?” I ask. Nothing, he laughs, as if I’m a stupid old man.

So I grab the dog and go out on the porch with him and ask him to sit down.

“Oh, so we’re sitting down now,” he chuckles, sarcastically. “Yes we are,” I reply.

So he tells me all about the amazing water filters his company offers. Boy they sound good. All for the cost of a dollar a day.

Feels strange to be talking money with someone who isn’t selling anything.

But here’s the good news. The installation fee is $600 but he has a guy in the neighbourhood right now so if I sign up today, that fee is going to be waived.

Give me your business card and website, I tell him. “I don’t have a business card, but if you have a piece of paper you can write down the name of the company.”

So, I enter the name in my phone. And he leaves, less friendly than he was when he arrived.

I will check out his company on the Internet to see if it’s legit.

Maybe it is.

©2015 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.