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Date: 23 May 2006 20:09:29
Dealing with irritating doorstep arm-tiwsters:
Goon and Goonette knock on front door. Suspiciously I open it, a little phased at first by what looks like a couple of plain clothes coppers. Worse fate awaits, however, as follows:-
Goonette: Hi, were from Talk Talk. Are you with BT or ntl?
Me: Sorry, I don't deal with that, my husband does. He is not here at the moment.
Goonette: Best way*. Okay, we'll come back another time.
Me: Okay. Bye.
Goon** and Goonette: Bye.
I then close door with a ridiculously smug feeling. Mwah hah hah. Sometimes it helps to present as a fluffy-haired, clueless woman. (Tho', evidently, I don't have much of an option on the whole!)
* Wondering, in retrospect, whether she meant that Husband dealing with bills etc was 'Best Way' or the fact that he was not around was 'Best Way'!
** Poor Goon, only gets one line in this narrative.
Btw, this tactic would obviously work just as well if one were single and just pretended that Significant Other dealt with the gas/elec/phone/wombat-baiting. However, that would involve lying...which, as we know, is wrong ;-)