I got a visit from the Weed Man today.
He wasn’t selling weed. That would have been something I’d have considered buying.
He was selling lawn care. In January. As in, the first week in January, while our yard was covered in a couple inches of snow, we got a knock on the door from somebody selling something that didn’t exist just then and wouldn’t for many months.
I let him introduce himself, told him I was doing just fine (he asked), and then cut straight to the chase: “Thanks, but we’re not buying. Thanks.” I had to get him off our porch before I laughed in his face.
He was really very nice about it; said thank you and have a nice day before trudging through the snow to the next house.
This Is Drivel 