It's Good to be Loved . . .

On Tuesday night a door to door salesman came by offering a window inspection. I kindly told him I had great windows. He went through his spiel on why it was good to have them checked and that they really wanted to make sure we kept them in mind for the future when we might need windows. "So what time tomorrow works best for you?" he asks. "I can't do it tomorrow, and I'm not really interested." I tell him.

Here is the point when I should have shut the door, or said the following (Which Rob so kindly pointed out later) "We have a really high end security system wired into our windows and so we couldn't easily replace them if we wanted to." Which technically is true anyway. But of course I was just trying not to be rude, so I said, "Why don't you leave your card and I can call you if I change my mind." To which, of course, he replied, "I don't have one and we are only doing this neighborhood this week. It is a free service that would normally cost $150 (yeah right) and we are going to give you a $25 gas card just for letting us inspect your windows. It should only take 90 minutes." 90 minutes! Really not worth my time. But clearly I must have shown signs of weakness because he suggested a later day in the week. He then informed me it must be a time when both me and my husband are present in case either of us has questions.

Here I thought I was clever and quickly said, "Oh, well, my husband is out of town for the rest of the week." After which I promptly cursed myself as the biggest idiot. I might as well have said, "Come on over later and do what you will, as I will be alone, all alone." I had this split second out of body experience when you see your life like a horror movie where the young girl, alone at home--after dark, hears a sound and goes outside to investigate. . .You all know what happens next.

I am sure my reaction was unreasonable, and the guy was probably totally legitimate, but too often they are not and I had just set myself up in a really stupid way. I hate door to door solicitors. I probably would have let it go--well, maybe not, except Rob really was going out of town for the week and the very next day (before he left) a car with a man in it sat outside my house until after I finally fell asleep after 11:00.

So today after he left I called my mom (7 hours away) and asked if she wanted to come visit me. . .NOW. She laughed and asked why. I told her my story. She jokingly said she'd ask my dad. Rob told me "just lock the doors." A little while later my mom called back and said they would be on their way in an hour! Can you believe that?! My parents are the greatest. I am sure I am freaking out over nothing. But even still it will be fun having my parents here. So any bad guys out there with ill intentions be warned--my mommy and daddy are here to protect me!