Who’s at my door?

Yesterday, in the hot minute I have between getting home and starting dinner, I managed to unpackage my new X Pole and get it into its carrying case home.  I was just about to start up the stairs with it (this thing is freaking heavy!!) when someone knocked on the door.  With pole still in tow, I went over to the door and looked through the glass.

We have the goofy kind of glass that you can only sorta see through and the person outside can certainly see you if you've come to the door.  When I looked out, I only saw jeans and sneakers and assumed it was Lovey's BFF.  As such, I opened the door only to be stared in the face by two gentlemen sporting Comcast shirts.

Slightly confused, I blurted out, "We don't have Comcast".  Oh, I should mention that I've been getting phone calls for the last two days trying to confirm my appointment with Comcast.  Coincidence?  My opening line didn't even faze these guys.  They jumped right in with their sales pitch.  Went a little something like this: (CG1 & CG2 are Comcast Guys)

CG1: Yes, we know you don't have Comcast, that's why we're here.

Me:   Oh.  Well, unless you can give me every football game every week, I'll NEVER switch to Comcast.

CG2: (in a kinda nasty tone) Oh, you're one of those people.  Sunday Direct Ticket.

Me:   That's right.

CG1: Well, you know, you're paying a whole bunch extra for just a couple of good games…

Me:   Look, I'm Pittsburgh born and raised.  I WILL see my Steelers, in my house, on my TV, every week, without fail, end of story.

CG2: (eye roll)

CG1:  Okay, okay.  Well, who do you have for your phone and internet service?

Me:   (at this point, the pole is REALLY heavy and I want them to go away but can't bring myself to just shut the door…time to embellish a little)  Ugh, I don't know.  BellSouth, I think.

CG1:  Well, if you don't mind me asking, how much do you pay a month?

Me:   (I kinda do mind you asking so now I'm going to flat out lie to you.)  Look dude, I don't know.  I don't pay the bills.  That's not my job.  It's also why I don't care how much DirecTv costs, how much Sunday Ticket costs, or how much the phone costs.  (I know what providers we have and where every penny goes.)

CG1:  (totally deflated)  Well, okay.  Thanks for your time.

Me:  No problem.

Close door.

So the real question is, since when did Comcast start going door-to-door like they're Jehova's Witnesses?!?! (no disrespect to the Jehova's)

One thought on “Who’s at my door?

  1. I think a lot of companies are doing things like this nowadays. The advertisements I've seen for cable company door-to-door people promote the positions as part-time positions where you get to interact with people and how's "it's not just a job, it's an experience". Which means they're getting poor saps that don't have qualifications or opportunities for better work, most of the time.

    I feel sympathetic for most of them, except the ones that act like asses. Those I'm curt with and send packing without being polite.

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