you make the call
June 16, 2010
Okay, I have a “you make the call” situation.
Me and the family were having a little family gathering, a family “council” if you will, this last Monday night. We were gathered in the front room.
The doorbell rings.
Now, the doorbell ringing is a sure sign that it’s someone we don’t know very well. I don’t know what it is, but for some reason, when you visit the house of a friend, you knock. When you visit the home of someone you don’t know very well, or a stranger, you ring the doorbell. I should do some research on that sometime.
Anyway. The doorbell rings. I get up and answer the door, and the first thing I see isn’t the young man standing there, but rather the logo on his shirt–“Pest Control.”
Oh the irony.
He starts to talk and I say “This isn’t really a good time. But thanks for coming by.”
“Oh, are you eating dinner?” (As if why it isn’t a good time is relevant. My house, my door, my time.)
“No. But thanks.” (starting to close door)
“Okay, but if I could just tell you . . .”
“No, it’s okay, I don’t want any pest control. But thanks.”
“Okay, let me just give you this . . .”
“No, I don’t want your flier. But thanks, and good luck out there.”
At this point, he looked shocked, and a bit miffed.
“Oh. Well thanks for being so K I N D.”
That’s how he said it. He dragged it out. To highlight the sarcasm. To illustrate how rude he thought I was being by telling him Thanks But No Thanks.
I smiled and closed the door, thinking that having to go knock on six thousand more doors that night was punishment enough for being a clueless dipweed.
But inside, Maddy was up in arms.
“That was so RUDE!”
“What, me? I said Thanks But No Thanks.”
“No, HIM. You were nice. He was rude.”
What do you think? Did he deserve a coke and a smile? A slammed door?
Or a good thrashing? (He wasn’t big, I think I could have taken him.)