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On the afternoon of NYE, DW went out to get some things for the evening. She called me to let me know DD2 had fallen asleep in the car. She said she'd swing by the house and asked me to fetch her out of the car so she didn't have to wakeup at the next errand.
The doorbell rang and I knew it wouldn't be her. I sent DD1 to her room and looked through the door from across the room. I saw aman in a black Comcast knit cap and thought, "Oh, good. I can yell at him for the lies the last Comcast solicitor gave me." Conversation followed somewhat thus:
"We need to get into your back yard."
(Not even a hello. Didn't see a truck or any other "we" around.)
"What for?"
"To work on the cable."
"We don't have cable."
"Well, you have Qwest, don't you?"
"No, we don't have a land line so there's no need for you to go back there."
"Do you have satelite?"
(Going high orange at this point. What does Comcast need with my satelite?)
"Yes, but you don't need access to it."
"Every house has a box behind it for cable and phone access."
"Yeah, that box is behind my back fence and you can't access it from my yard. Talk to my neighbour since it's more accessible from his side, but you don't need to be in my yard."
"Well,here's my card.Anyway we have a special for satelite customers. (pulls out a color double sided printed flyer) You get three in one for cable, internet, and phone for one price."
"I told you I don't have a landline and that's more than I pay for internet. I hardly pay $15 for satelite."
(I'm about to go red here as he's not listening very much to be actually selling.)
"You just have basic?"
"Yeah, so no thanks."
"Ok, well, they'll be doing some work back there."
"NO. You do not need to be in my yard."
"Ok, well here's my card." (Again.)
"There is no cable access back there. Youdo NOTneed to be in my yard."
Ichecked the street, closed the door, and yelled for DD1 to go downstairs. I looked out back and then went to the handgun box,popped the 17 round magazine into my 9mm S&W Model 59, and put it inan IWBholster at my SOB. I was wearing scrubs, so sinching them down was a trick.
I took a seat upstairs and told DD1 to stay downstairs until I said to come up. I saw DW's car coming and went outside and checked the street. I went back in to get something she'd asked me to bring out to her when she called. She saw me OCing when I turned my back so when I collected DD2 she asked in a low voice, "Why are you carrying?" I briefly explained the situation and she said "okay". Gods, I love that woman.
I put DD2 to bed and left DD1 downstairs for awhile, mainly as an exercise. I called her up and she wanted to play in her room. When I initially went to the safe, the thought that went through my head was, "We need to drill more for this." I talked with her a bit about listening to instructions when it could be an emergency situation. I likened it to the talks we've had about "bad strangers". I didn't wantto unneccesarily scare her about the situation we could have been in.
When DW got home, I recounted the full events. She agreed that even if it was a legit solicitor who wasn't very good at his job there were too damned many red flags to not react defensively.We decided it was time to establish family code words and talked to both girls about it.
Looking back, the thing that bothered me most even if he was legitimate was his entitlement attitude to my property. There was ZERO respect for my property. He did not ask for access. He didn't give me a "by your leave" explanation for the need for it. He felt entitled to justTELL me he was coming onto my property. Asthough I was LUCKY to get that much from him and that he was doing me some sort of favor. Oh, I don't think so.
This attitude of lack of respect for boundries has been bothering me more and more. From requesting my personal information for a simple retail transaction to some "requirement" about vaccines. I can cope with a "request". But when a "request" comes with some implied threat if I don't comply, you can keep it. If a clerk asks for my phone number, I say, "No, thank you." Usually, they'll type in a dummy number and we go about our business. But once in a while there is that "look". Or they tell me "I need your phone number". No, you do not. Nor do I "need" to conduct business here with that attitude. Nor do I need to send my children to your schoolif you are going to dictate things to me that have nothing to do with their education.
On the afternoon of NYE, DW went out to get some things for the evening. She called me to let me know DD2 had fallen asleep in the car. She said she'd swing by the house and asked me to fetch her out of the car so she didn't have to wakeup at the next errand.
The doorbell rang and I knew it wouldn't be her. I sent DD1 to her room and looked through the door from across the room. I saw aman in a black Comcast knit cap and thought, "Oh, good. I can yell at him for the lies the last Comcast solicitor gave me." Conversation followed somewhat thus:
"We need to get into your back yard."
(Not even a hello. Didn't see a truck or any other "we" around.)
"What for?"
"To work on the cable."
"We don't have cable."
"Well, you have Qwest, don't you?"
"No, we don't have a land line so there's no need for you to go back there."
"Do you have satelite?"
(Going high orange at this point. What does Comcast need with my satelite?)
"Yes, but you don't need access to it."
"Every house has a box behind it for cable and phone access."
"Yeah, that box is behind my back fence and you can't access it from my yard. Talk to my neighbour since it's more accessible from his side, but you don't need to be in my yard."
"Well,here's my card.Anyway we have a special for satelite customers. (pulls out a color double sided printed flyer) You get three in one for cable, internet, and phone for one price."
"I told you I don't have a landline and that's more than I pay for internet. I hardly pay $15 for satelite."
(I'm about to go red here as he's not listening very much to be actually selling.)
"You just have basic?"
"Yeah, so no thanks."
"Ok, well, they'll be doing some work back there."
"NO. You do not need to be in my yard."
"Ok, well here's my card." (Again.)
"There is no cable access back there. Youdo NOTneed to be in my yard."
Ichecked the street, closed the door, and yelled for DD1 to go downstairs. I looked out back and then went to the handgun box,popped the 17 round magazine into my 9mm S&W Model 59, and put it inan IWBholster at my SOB. I was wearing scrubs, so sinching them down was a trick.
I took a seat upstairs and told DD1 to stay downstairs until I said to come up. I saw DW's car coming and went outside and checked the street. I went back in to get something she'd asked me to bring out to her when she called. She saw me OCing when I turned my back so when I collected DD2 she asked in a low voice, "Why are you carrying?" I briefly explained the situation and she said "okay". Gods, I love that woman.
I put DD2 to bed and left DD1 downstairs for awhile, mainly as an exercise. I called her up and she wanted to play in her room. When I initially went to the safe, the thought that went through my head was, "We need to drill more for this." I talked with her a bit about listening to instructions when it could be an emergency situation. I likened it to the talks we've had about "bad strangers". I didn't wantto unneccesarily scare her about the situation we could have been in.
When DW got home, I recounted the full events. She agreed that even if it was a legit solicitor who wasn't very good at his job there were too damned many red flags to not react defensively.We decided it was time to establish family code words and talked to both girls about it.
Looking back, the thing that bothered me most even if he was legitimate was his entitlement attitude to my property. There was ZERO respect for my property. He did not ask for access. He didn't give me a "by your leave" explanation for the need for it. He felt entitled to justTELL me he was coming onto my property. Asthough I was LUCKY to get that much from him and that he was doing me some sort of favor. Oh, I don't think so.
This attitude of lack of respect for boundries has been bothering me more and more. From requesting my personal information for a simple retail transaction to some "requirement" about vaccines. I can cope with a "request". But when a "request" comes with some implied threat if I don't comply, you can keep it. If a clerk asks for my phone number, I say, "No, thank you." Usually, they'll type in a dummy number and we go about our business. But once in a while there is that "look". Or they tell me "I need your phone number". No, you do not. Nor do I "need" to conduct business here with that attitude. Nor do I need to send my children to your schoolif you are going to dictate things to me that have nothing to do with their education.