Prompt-card salesmen are rubbish.

 

I could cope if they were just rubbish. It's the opening line that winds me up something chronic. Everyone who has ever said "I'm not trying to sell you anything" to me has immediately gone on to try to sell my something.

 

I'm unconvinced.

 

I just tell em to **** off and get a proper job

 

similar to above ,double glaze salesman asked me would i be interested in any of the products i said no ,his reply everyone says that to me

 

Can't go anywhere without these monkeys trying to fling their cr4p at you ! :rant:

 

Well there's no fear of you buying anything from them.

 

I feel much the same about chuggers.

 

Especially when he did Chuggers Plays Pop !

But seriously , we had door to door chuggers calling and loitering down our road when I got home from work on Friday and they'd been there for most of the afternoon and they left at 7pm. That's a bit spooky , laying in wait to pounce on householders with a demand for charity .

 

Sounds like they're casing the joint.

Call to the police next time, just to be sure?

 

And that nuddy jungle nonsense.

 

"I'm not trying to sell you something"

On the rare occasion I engage beyond a polite nod.

"Thanks, I'm not looking to buy anything"

"Who do you buy your gas and electric from?"

"The milkman" or "one of the big 6, who do you represent?....yeah, them, robbing *******s aren't they?" Depending on my grumpiness.

 

I wonder if they'll still be in the same job earning a reasonable wage from satisfied customers in 13 years time??
This isn't a smug comment. There are two types of sales person....those who learn the ropes, take the job seriously, work hard, earn respect from customers.....and those who see 'sales job vacancy' and simply see £ signs

 

To the people who knock on my door and say "sorry to disturb you", I usually reply, "no you're not" and close the door.

To the people who ring me saying they're not trying to sell me anything, they get "so, were you just feeling lonely?"

 

To the people who knock on my door and say "sorry to disturb you", I usually reply, "no you're not" and close the door.

My reply is "so why did you do it, then?".

 

I like getting them into a nice long discussion, when it comes to it, get them to admit thy are trying to sell you something, then ask why you should but anything from someone who lied to you in tier opening gambit.

 

A mate of mine answered the door to what turned out to be a cavity-wall insulation salesman. "If you can find the cavities you can fill 'em" he said. He lived in a Victorian terraced house ...

 

Look sorry, I know I am being very naughty and indulging in fairly serious Fred Drift, but I just have to ask!


Did you actually own that Moskvitch van in your avatar?

ATB, Ray.

 

Probably, KB like me, buys some right old tat

 

Tony Lanfranchi had some success in the British Saloon Car Racing Championship with a Moskvich in the early 1970s, thanks in no small part to a class structure based on list price.

 

The other day I found myself in Droylsden in need of sustenance. The only option on offer was Tesco so in I went. In the foyer were two spiky haired, shiny suited young men behind some sort of podium. I immediately hated them on appearance alone so chose to ignore them?

If its a middle aged thing they have more hair than yourself and can fit into a nice suit looking svelte then you have my backing for such hatred.
Did they also have Edwardian Beards?