KK: Many years ago, when I lived in a worse part of town, there were female ‘solicitors’ down at the ‘Stop n’ Rob shop on the corner. They should have a union. But, at least they’re not going door to door slipping those dad-BLASTED pamphlets through the decorative wrought iron on our screen door. I know this drives you crazy, Sal, and I am of the same mind on this issue.
SalGal: That’s funny, prostitutes going door to door and putting leaflets in people’s screen doors. What a concept. ‘For A Good Time - call JennyCat - 555-6969 - Free Estimates upon inspection of your properties - Only $250 an hour unless back door entrance is required.’ That would be interesting, but we mainly get ones for Tree Doctors, gutter cleaning, or Low-Cost-Viagra.
KK: The reason it happens more in our neighborhood is because, as caregivers in The Ancient One’s house, we live in the land of suckers, the blue-haired gullables, the catalog-item-orderers and the shut-ins. They’re just happy for any kind of interaction. If the front door is open, The Ancient One tries to converse with the poor, underpaid, uneducated day laborer whom the pizza company found on a corner with a sign that read, “Will work for beer.” Driving down the street, just out of reach for the solicitor passing out his wares, is a slow-moving truck with a case of ice-cold beer dangling from the rear bumper. People can be cruel, can’t they, Sal?
SalGal: Hey, whatever works. But I do hate those clean-cut, overly-nice young people they drop off from a van in our neighborhood. They come to the door with a clipboard and say they just need you to sign that they were presentable and worthy of a good recommendation for a job. I fell for that about six times. I gladly signed my name on the list that said they were intelligent and ambitious. Then they pulled out the magazine list and said if they sold so many subscriptions to Geriatric Monthly, their school costs would be matched and wouldn’t I like to help them be a success? I’m sorry about that last guy. I didn’t know his hand was in the door jam when I slammed it. I’m sure he’ll be fine.
