A salesman came by the door yesterday. The number one reason I keep my front door closed all day is to avoid these guys. Unfortunately, Maddie had been outside waiting for the ice cream truck - and left it wide open. I rounded the corner and there he was. As soon as he opened his mouth and said he was from Estonia (in a super thick accent) I told him I knew he was at my house to try to sell me books. I said that I had looked at them before, but was not interested. Claire starts crying, and I tell him I have to go. He doesn't budge. Starts listing off names of friends in the neighborhood who he has talked to (I don't get this selling tactic, but salesmen LOVE this one)
"I sat down with your neighbor Terra? Yes Terra?" (In super thick accent)
"Yes, I know Terra."
"Yes, Terra - and her little ones." (He makes gesture of them being small)
"Then I sat down with Alissa, and her little ones." (Making same gesture for little ones)
"Yes, Alissa is also my friend - but as you can hear, my baby is crying - I'm not interested, and need to go feed her."
"Oh yes, I hear - I also sat down with David and Sandy (check those names again, buddy) and their little ones" (he loves this "little ones" gesture).
"That's really great - but like I said - we're not interested. Thank you anyway."
I start closing the door and he jumps in with, "I also spoke with your Alien neighbors."
I have alien neighbors? Now I'm intrigued.
"I'm sorry - who?"
"Your neighbor, Alien - and his little ones." He pulls out the books and starts showing me pictures.
"Yes, I've seen these before."
"Maybe you can talk with Toad to see what he thinks."
"Toad, Toad Alien."
Sorry, Todd Allen, but it looks like an Estonian is wandering the neighborhood destroying your family name.