I hear it–a confident knock on the door.
My kids race to open it.
It’s too late.
There they are. Two well-dressed, 20-something boys ready to sell me something.
“Let me first say we’re not selling anything.”
My spidey senses are tingling. “You promise?”
“Yes. We just have a quick survey we’re doing for a college class, only five questions.”
They proceed to ask me five retirement financial questions. I answered, but there’s more.
“Now which age range are you in? 25-35?”
“Yes, for a few more days?”
“Happy birthday! You’re turning 26?”
That didn’t even make sense, as I would obviously be turning 36 if I were graduating out of the age group. But he moved on fast.
“You just look so young!”
Apparently, he wasn’t standing close enough to see my gray roots. Yet the flattery was appreciated!
We’re giving everyone a $15 gift certificate–you just need to have someone come give you some free financial information. It’s not sales. We have to sit in on the appointment to get credit for the college course.
“My husband isn’t home most nights. Sorry guys.”
“Mornings will work.”
“Mornings don’t work either.”
“We have Saturdays available too.”
Doh! And here’s where the ridiculousness comes in. They’d already spent so much time talking to me that I felt guilty saying no! But I wasn’t giving in.
“This Saturday’s busy.”
“Next Saturday will work.”
“I’ll probably cancel.”
“Oh, you can cancel when someone calls to confirm the appointment. No problem.”
Grumpy Grateful Mom Goal: Cancelling the appointment. Must! Stay! Strong!
Have you been caught before?