Double glazing and death
What is it with double glazing companies? Chap just knocked on my door, wearing an Everest sweatshirt and wielding Everest sales literature. I start to explain that I don't buy from companies who doorstep, and he objects that he's not selling anything. Riiight, so you've come to read the bloody gas meter, then, and just happen to have picked up some double glazing sales literature from the pavement as you were passing? Oh, he explains, I just want to inform you about our products. So you're not doing that in the hope that it might at some point make me want to buy your stuff? Then I'm sure you won't mind that this interaction has seriously put me off ever having anything to do with your company. If you're going to be such breathtaking and obvious liars at this stage of our relationship, how can I possibly trust you with a major purchase decision?
The thing that makes it even more annoying is that I am going to have to buy some replacement double glazing in the near future (five panels already shot so badly you can't see through them any more). I've been dreading having to interact with legendarily medacious sales people. I think I'd be less trepidatious about inviting vampires in to my house. At least they look hott. (FSVO hott.)
And another thing: Dog owners who don't clear up every single time. I hate you with the power of a thousand suns. Nearly every time isn't nearly good enough. What do you think happens to the few you leave behind? I'll give you one example: a distracted and already-late parent manages to spot one piece and yank their small child away from it, but in doing so drives the toddler's buggy through another. Your anti-social behaviour makes you almost as bad as ... oh, I don't know, double glazing salespeople.
All this bile is at least partially redirected rage at the universe. It's a friend's funeral today - a death far from unexpected, but well before time, if there's ever such a thing. I'm not overwrought with grief - she was a good family friend (came to both kids' naming ceremonies) but she and I weren't particularly close. But I, and the world, are significantly diminshed by her passing.
The thing that makes it even more annoying is that I am going to have to buy some replacement double glazing in the near future (five panels already shot so badly you can't see through them any more). I've been dreading having to interact with legendarily medacious sales people. I think I'd be less trepidatious about inviting vampires in to my house. At least they look hott. (FSVO hott.)
And another thing: Dog owners who don't clear up every single time. I hate you with the power of a thousand suns. Nearly every time isn't nearly good enough. What do you think happens to the few you leave behind? I'll give you one example: a distracted and already-late parent manages to spot one piece and yank their small child away from it, but in doing so drives the toddler's buggy through another. Your anti-social behaviour makes you almost as bad as ... oh, I don't know, double glazing salespeople.
All this bile is at least partially redirected rage at the universe. It's a friend's funeral today - a death far from unexpected, but well before time, if there's ever such a thing. I'm not overwrought with grief - she was a good family friend (came to both kids' naming ceremonies) but she and I weren't particularly close. But I, and the world, are significantly diminshed by her passing.