Yesterday some random guy comes to my door and knocks.
My main door was open but the screen door was locked. This is because I was dog sitting and Jerry likes looking outside and bark at the squirrels.
There’s a sign posted on the screen door that says No Soliciting. But apparently some people can’t read.
So the dude is standing there, sweating profusely, and won’t go away.
I walk over, hold on to the dog collar, and open the door a crack.
“you wanabulameetkals?” he says.
“Pardon?” I say.
“WASHARAGBAREDSSEDA” he repeated.
“I can’t understand you”, I said and pointed to the no soliciting sign.
He chuckles. He’s overweight, hot, covered in sweat, and kind of weird, but not in a scary kind of way, more in a stupid kind of way.
“I’m. Selling. Meat. You. Want. To. Buy. Some. Chicken.” he says slowly.
I look around to see if there’s a truck with a logo on the street, or parked nearby.
I look at him.
“No.” I said and started to walk away.
“Fine”, he said and left.
My question is this: who in their right mind buys meat from some random guy who goes door to door?
Not me, that’s who.