You’ve dropped the kids at school , your housework for the
week is done , what shall I do you think to yourself , what can I get up to in
this couple of hours exclusive to me.
So you decide to venture out for a bit of retail therapy.
You’ve planned exactly where you want to go, what you want
to do and intend to enjoy your day at a pace that’s leisurely, calm and solely
about you.
And as you start the day you hope that this will be how it
continues but you know you have to keep your wits about you because they’re
everywhere, watching, waiting, preparing for that moment you let your guard
down and then they’ll be on to you, going for the kill.
Out of the shadows they swarm, pen, clipboard or leaflet in hand,
you know they’re just trying to do their job but if you’re just trying to get
from one place to another without too much interruption it can start to get a
bit annoying .
Can I stop you my love, who’s your energy provider, can I
interest you in this, that or the other?
The list of open questions with which to catch you and reel
you in is endless as they pursue you with almost stalkerish zeal down the
shopping mall or precinct.
It becomes a massive game of cat and mouse as they try to
entice you into their trap and make you surrender those all important bank
details and a signature in exchange for your freedom.
A simple polite no thank you will normally suffice in most
cases if they start to get too near but there’s always that one who thinks they
can make your business their business if only you’d answer their question on
why you’re not interested.
And there’s really only one way to deal with this situation,
if they fail to pick up on the massive hint you’re dropping by sprinting
towards the nearest exit, stop off at that other stall as they follow you in
hot pursuit and say “no I haven’t had an accident yet but if you wait a moment
there might be one along in a minute “.
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