Friday I left Hubby home with 2 granddaughters while I went to get my hair cut. By the time I returned Hubby should have been taking them home. Instead I walked in to find a vacuum cleaner salesman in the middle of my living room with his stuff spread all over. Now, we have had experience with this company before and they have a reputation for very high pressure sales. I immediately said "I am not buying a vacuum cleaner...please pack up your stuff and go". Then I realized he had no vehicle. He said he had to wait for his ride. Another ploy to stay in your house and continue the sales pitch?
And Hubby said...."I told him we won't buy one. He gets points for doing the demo". That's where I lost my nice midwestern girl politeness. I screeched that I didn't want a demo, I wanted him out of my house now! I was so angry I was shaking. He did pack up and leave and took his stuff to the end of the driveway to wait for his ride. When his ride came that's when it got weird. He loaded his stuff into the van and got in. But...another guy got out and started walking down the road. He wasn't carrying anything. What was he doing? I live in a fairly rural area. There is nothing commercial to walk to. I immediately wondered if he was casing the neighborhood or something sinister. Maybe I watch too many crime shows on TV. Maybe they just gave him a ride.
My hubby is a good guy and he wanted to help this kid out, but 5 or 6 years ago we had the same company stop and it was hours before we got them out. But beyond that....these are strangers. Are they trustworthy? Are they going to come back later and rob us? I think he was crazy to let the guy in. I felt just a little on edge the rest of the evening. Where did the guy who got out of the van go?
Saturday started out as a nice day. I went to knitting club and had a lovely visit. Then we met my daughter and 6 y/o granddaughter at a Chinese restaurant for dinner before we headed to a local professional soccer game. As we were walking along the sidewalk I managed to step right on the edge of the cement and rolled my ankle and fell. My immediate pain was my little finger on my right hand. I must have used that hand to try to catch myself. My ankle didn't really hurt at first.
So we walked around to the side of the field and got settled in our lawn chairs. There are some bleachers on the other side (they use a high school field for games) but we prefer sitting along the sidelines. Then it started to rain....and rain harder. Then just as the game was to start there was loud thunder and they delayed the game for an hour. At this point my ankle was throbbing a little. Yikes! It hurt limping back to the car. So I was taken home and then everyone else went back to the game.
I didn't care much about the game at that point anyway. So I crawled into bed and iced my ankle and watched a rerun of Criminal Minds. I think I will just stay right here.
Hope your weekend is better than mine.
Til next time,