I do not answer the door when Mark is not at home.
I'm sitting here at the computer and catching up on my blog stalking and my doorbell just rang. What do I do? I get really quiet and wait until they go away to even breath! ha ha. I'm not afraid. I just know that 90% of the time it's a sales person. I have no idea why we have so many in our neighborhood but I swear a few times a month someone comes to my door wanting me to buy something. (For the record, I welcome the children selling Scout and school stuff.) I'm talking about the ex-convicts that sell the magazine subscriptions and the skanky girls that try and get us to buy stuff so they can go on the springbreak trip-of-a-lifetime. Sorry, honey. I'm not paying you to take your shirt off for Girls Gone Wild! What would your father say?
The worst of it, in Austin, are the people that want me to donate to their cause. Here are a few that we've heard from this year: water conservation, computer waste, abused children and recycling tv's. None of these are bad causes. I just don't know who you are; therefore, I'm not giving you my money. So by all means, leave your propaganda on my door and I'll be happy to send a letter to my congressman if I deem your cause causeworthy for my family.
Do you answer your door? Do you have this problem in your neighborhood? Should I turn into 'one of those people' that have the NO SOLICITORS sign on their door? I don't want to but I'm seriously considering it!