So, for the third day in a row, I'm upstairs pretending to work, doorbell rings, dog barks, and I limp down the stairs hollerin' just a minute. Get there twice, no one in sight. Today, a young woman is there.
So, here's my mini-rant to start - this community is very well posted that no solicitation is allowed - you must get a permit, etc. It's like a gated community, without the gates, but with clear entrances, etc. Yesterday, the guy was carrying a portfolio of prints/ posters. I missed him, but the next door neighbor was out with her kids, and gave him an earful. Poor guy - sometimes you do feel sorry for them trying to hustle sales, and he definitely had what sounded like an Eastern European accent. Oh, well.
Then there is the almost daily bunch of flyers smushed into the door jamb - which is really bad because it makes it look as if no one is home if you don't get them down right aaway.
So, for today's adventure - making me question my crankiness. I finally get there, and open the door, holding barking 65# of energy by the collar. To be greeted by a 20-something (I'd guess) young woman, with lovely, big star tattoos on her forearms, blonde hair pulled back, low, low jeans and a little blouse - "HI there - is he friendly?" in a very, very friendly voice. She proceeds to tell me that she has to go around and visit so many houses in the neighborhood - I must have looked perplexed. Then continues with "I'm in a boys against the girls contest. Have the boys been here yet?" No, I responde - still looking quizzical. Then she pets the dog, asks his name, enthusiastically telling me what a cute name he has, asks my name - to which I answer "and you are???" "Oh, I'm XXXX" . So, just as she is entering into her "I'm in a contest..." spiel, I ask "So, what are you selling?" Her "Man, you're good" and whips out a brochure "BACK a WINNER" which is full of some pix on the front, and of course, magazines on the inside. The brochure - whipped out of the rear - tucked into the waistband (or is that butt-band) of her jeans. I just say, sorry, I'm not buying subscriptions. She tells me that...."I want to be an EMT-Paramedic and so I'm doing this so that I can do that. It's a really good thing to do. I'm a nurses aide now, and want to take the next step." Good one - better than the generic help a kid to school. But, I answer her with "Well, I am an EMT-Paramedic" Oh, ut oh - big wide eyes. She then says -"wow, that's so cool, do you like it, etc." I say sure, and that if she really wants to do that there is a program at NOVA (Northern Va Comm College), and that it's not that expensive, and well, if you're volunteering somewhere they'll pay for you to become an EMT, and then continue. "Hmmm - really?" "Wow" So, the skeptic in me feels that she'd likely know about the community college program if this was real. But, it is a good one for playing upon most people's better inclinations.
So, am I cranky, or too skeptical? I don't know. I think there has been some press around here about the skams of getting these kids to do the mass subscription selling. Kind of like teams going into an area, swarming, and then moving on - I think it's sort of the scammish version of slave labor and these kids are either involved in being hustled themselves by their "manager" or hustling the consumer into overpriced subscriptions or the like.
Or am I just getting cranky? Anyhow, I think this girl was a bit shocked when her angle got the "I am an EMT-Paramedic" response. Oh, well. And now, I should do some work.
Ellice