Mindful Monday

Go Away

Every now and then some dill weed rings my doorbell hoping to sell me something. Solar panels. Lawn care. Pest control.

Today it was window washing.

It’s always the same story: “We’re in the neighborhood doing some work for your neighbor, Dan. Do you know Dan?” He waves his hand in the general direction of roughly half the planet’s population.

“No I don’t,” I say. Because Dan is not a real person. I continue with what has become my stock response: “No problem. Just leave me your card.” Sometimes I mix it up with “That sounds interesting” or “I’d like to look into that” before requesting his information.

“Well,” he says. “I don’t have a card. We’re doing work in the neighborhood today.” They NEVER have their information with them.

“Then we’re done here, thanks very much,” I say with a broad smile. The smile is key.

He looks at me quizzically, having just experienced something unfamiliar. “Oh... okay,” he mutters.

Occasionally, the would-be salesman attempts to counter. Time for the heater: “Have a great day! Thanks again!” I smile and wave before turning to go back inside.

And then I smile again.