digitalBush

All you need to do is show up at my house, and you are basically guaranteed to not sell me something.  I don't like loathe door to door salespeople.  This is especially true if said salesperson talks slang and refers to me as "daddy".  Thanks, but no thanks.  Please go find some other sucker to buy your universal cleaning product.  If I believed that shit, then I'd buy the junk that Billy Mays sells on TV.

The exception to this rule is, of course, the girls scouts. Mmmmm, I love me some Samoas.