I try not to let it get to me but telemarketers calling from out-of-country, thereby sidestepping the Do Not Call List penalties drive me nuts. It's difficult enough trying to get out of my chair with yarn, pattern and a cat with a penchant for biting and clawing when disturbed in my lap. It's down right dangerous when the phone rings and I occasionally shout nasty words at Daniel with the thick East Indian accent who has disturbed Angel's nap. Just yesterday I hung up on Jack Layton, a political candidate, for bothering me at home.
I have managed to avoid confrontations with the door to door religious fanatics, who shall remain nameless, for years. I saw them on the next street over two days ago and was prepared, should they darken my door, to stand in the living room window, arms crossed and slowly but deliberately shaking my head. Then I turn and leave their line of vision. They also turn and leave immediately. But, I wasn't expecting them today and answered the knock on my door to find the typical, two, sombrely attired, pamphlet toting religious nuts standing, hopefully in front of me. I politely waited until the spokesman held out one of the pamphlets to me and I, pretending I had no idea why they were at my door until that moment, smiled and said, "Oh, no thank you." as I gently shut the door. I do wish I could bring myself to roll my eyes to the heavens as I loudly and with much exasperation declare, "Oh God!" and slam the door in their faces. Or maybe I could type up a little pamphlet of my own telling them how annoying they are. I just wish they would go the way of the Fuller brush men, Kirby vacuum salesmen and dinosaurs. However, children selling chocolate covered almonds are most welcome.