A few weeks ago, I made a poor choice in purchasing some cleaning
supplies from a man selling door to door. The sequence of events were a
little funny, so I thought I would share the story.
It
all started before the doorbell rang. Miles was screaming for an
unknown reason most of the morning. Kendley had just woken up from her
nap. Kendley wanted "caca uffs", also known as Coco Puffs, for her
snack. We didn't have Coco Puffs. This led to a major melt down.
Kendley has definitely entered her terrible twos!
The
door bell rings. Maverick (our dog) does not like the doorbell and goes
kujo at the window by the door. I open the door and Miguel, the sales
man, is standing on the second step down looking a little nervous for
his safety. Maverick darts out the door; I yell at him to come inside.
Kendley continues to cry, pulling at my shirt saying "up". Miles
continues to cry in my arms. I ask Miguel how I can help him and he
starts his cleaning solution spiel. Before I know it, Miguel is
cleaning the outside of my windows, the oil stain in our driveway and
the tile grout in our entry way. I was so ready for him to leave and in
my mind, the easiest way was to buy whatever he was selling. Finally, I
spoke up and said "I'll buy it!". I asked how much he wanted...
$80.00. I went got eighty dollars in cash, handed it to Miguel and
closed the door (kids still crying and Maverick still trying sniff out
the situation). After the door shut I had a "what did I just do" moment
in my head. I totally let Miguel use my situation to his advantage.
Fast
forward a few hours later. Jeff came home from work to find the gallon
jug of cleaner on the counter with Miguel's phone number written in
sharpie on it (in case I need to call him for more cleaner). He picked
up the cleaner and said, "what is this?" I said, "It's this great
cleaner I bought today. Look how clean the grout is AND I cleaned the
shower doors." Jeff responded, "cool how much was it?" I said, "Look
it got the oil stain out of the driveway." Jeff said, "it's a driveway
who cares if there is oil in it; how much was it?" At that point I knew
I wasn't getting out of telling him. I said, "$80 BUT, you dilute it
so it will last a really long time." Jeff stood and stared at me in
disbelief. He gave me the same "unbelievable" that he has given me
since I was 15 when I did something stupid. He made fun of me most of
the night and I continued to defend my purchase. Finally, I got sick of
it and said, "OKAY, I f'ed up!" Jeff looked at me, laughed and said,
"that's all I wanted to hear. Now, do I need to get a no soliciting
sign or have you learned you lesson?"
I will point out, in the last two weeks Jeff has spilled two
glasses of red wine on our carpet AND my cleaner got it out! Winning!
:)
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