UUUUGGH. I hate it when people ring the doorbell to sell me crap.
Yes, I am the scum of the earth for not wanting to waste a jillion trees by buying into the newspaper or your coupon book or whatever.

This chick just rang the bell, and as I'm politely trying to listen to her talk up the paper and a coupon book, these two neighborhood kids come trotting over in their bathing suits with a sandwich bag full of coins.
They kept trying to give her the money, to which she kept trying to tell them no and meanwhile my dog is chasing another kid around in my front yard.

Now. If there is one thing you must know about me, you must know that I despise little children.

The salesgirl was obviously getting flustered so I just invited her inside and shut the door on the kids, after I wrangled up my dog. The kids ran away, and I had to listen to the poor girl rattle on about how she's only selling papers because its the only job she could find, and won't I pleeeeassseeee buy a paper?
Super uncomfortable.

So I had to tell her no, and she had to argue with me, and I had to tell her noooooo and finally she left.

UGH.
UGH.
My chi is all messed up now. :c I was sitting here so relaxed before all that.