Door to Door

So while Ryan and I were enjoying our pizza and leveling like crazy on Final Fantasy XII, we hear a knock at the door. We're confused; we don't know anyone here that would be knocking on our door without at least calling first. We barely know anyone here who calls us. Haha. So I kind of hide behind the door being the paranoid person I am while Ryan answers the door.

His first thought is, "Door to door...prostitute?" because the girl at the door looks like it's the only profession she's ever known. She starts this spiel about trying to find out what she wants to do with her life and this contest she's in to win a free trip to Europe by learning about people's careers, yadda, yadda, yadda. She's flirty until I come around the door, at which point the look on her face after she'd just been trying to flirt with my husband is priceless.

Eventually, like after fifteen minutes of trying to be funny or whatever, she gets to the point: she's selling magazines for the points to win the contest. Um, yeah. No thanks. But she doesn't really give us a chance to say that because she shoves about five different lists into Ryan's hands and just keeps on talking. I swear it was at least half an hour of standing there with the door open waiting for the door to door prostitute...I mean salesperson to shut up already so that we could tell her we weren't interested.

And even then she kept trying to convince us. We gave every nice excuse in the book until finally Ryan just had to tell her straight up we didn't want anything. Period. The end. No more discussion. She was probably really mad that we let her get through her entire spiel before saying no. Haha. She should've mentioned the whole magazines thing at the beginning. Would've saved her half an hour of talking to us. We would've said something earlier if she had shut up for 2.5 seconds. Ugh. And we don't feel guilty. Mostly because she tried to use flirtation and then, "Oh, well you can buy a book to donate to charity instead, and I still get points." We can't even go to Europe, why on God's green Earth would want to send the prostitute in training trying to sell magazines at our door for half an hour during our dinner time? I don't think so.

The whole prostitute look might influence the single Marines out here to buy her magazines, but her attire is going to write a check her arse can't cash. Pretty much the stupidest thing she could do. She's only going to luck up and have nice, married Marines (And most of the married ones still aren't always the nicest in the world.) like Ryan answer the door so many times before she gets herself in trouble. Of course, who knows what she would do to sell those magazines if she was willing to openly flirt with my husband even after commenting about a picture of us together that was out in the open right behind him. Nice. Just the kind of person I want to buy things from. Or not.