My little neighborhood has a huge "No Soliciting" sign at the entrance. Solicitors apparently don't read.
My favorite solicitor ever was the tenacious investment manager who came to my door at 7 a.m.
Like I would entrust my piggy bank to a guy going door to door wearing bad polyester pants.
Last night, 8 p.m., a female home improvement rep rang my doorbell and my dogs went bananas. They aren't accustomed to the doorbell because no one I know uses it. I didn't bother going to the door, but I was tempted to go out and give her heck for having the audacity to ring the bell several more times in rapid succession. She was clearly having a good time hyping up the dogs.
