Assaulted at our own front door
Saturday afternoon and we all look forward to family time, right? Door bell rings and a man tries to sell husband 'cheap phone calls'. Not interested, said he, as our phone bill is so small in the first place. An hour later, door bell rings again. This time, pretty young girl talks to him. Our phone rings and I had to get up from my sewing machine to answer the phone. Caller: [well, actually I couldn't make out what he was trying to say]. Me: Who do you want to speak to? Caller: [still can't make out what he was trying to say, but no mention of name I could identify]. Me: I think you've got the wrong number. Caller [shouting]: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Pizza! Order pizza. Me: Not pizza. We don't sell pizza. Caller [shouting even louder]: Order pizza. Me: No pizza. Wrong number. Private home. Caller: Pizza! I hung up. He didn't even say "sorry". While at the door husband tells pretty young thing, 'No, I'm not interested.' Prett