Funnily enough, I typed this letter this morning, which I now have taped to my front door
Dear Cold Callers,
I love paying through the nose for my gas and electricity supply, it really is marvellous, so you can guarantee I won?t be interested in saving money with your company.
And it doesn?t end there!
My windows are superb examples of 1980s glazing, so ringing the doorbell will be a little pointless as I won?t want to change them. They are here to stay. I live in a 1985 time warp anyway, so I probably won?t answer the door, as I will be too busy ?Choosing Life,? just like my idols Wham!
I am also not interested in helping charity, mainly because I am a mean, penny-pinching old trout who firmly believes that charity begins at home. If you want to know how mean I am, ask my children, who only got a single potato each for Christmas.
Finally, I don?t want my carpets to be cleaned ? I am currently growing valuable colonies of penicillin ? you?ll thank my carpets next time you have a chest infection. And as I don?t have a drive, I don?t need it to be tarmaced, thank you very much for asking.
Last week (10-15 February 2008) I had no less that 8 different cold callers at my door ? all of whom had the same answer: NO!
If you have read this far, I admire your persistence and stamina however, I STILL WILL NOT BE INTERESTED IN WHAT YOU HAVE TO SELL.
Signed,
The Grumpy Old Curmudgeon Within.
Ring the bell at your peril!