gridlore | I so need a trapdoor.

For some reason, our little barrio has seen a huge upswing in door-to-door peddlers. Maybe the Immigration crackdown is forcing El Indocumentado out of their jobs. But now almost nightly I have to deal with people speaking no English trying to sell me everything from tamales to pirate videos. When I'm freaking bushed from work, I really dislike getting up to answer the door.

But that's not why I'm pissed, I'm pissed because pretty much every one of these pests knocks on the door constantly until i open it.

*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*knock*

It drives me nuts. I have never been anywhere where this is considered polite, or even marginally tolerable behavior. Hell, if I were still training new drivers at SuperShuttle, I'd seriously consider blackballing someone who did this.

So now, very tired, and in the middle of a rather extensive reply in Usenet, I get the machine-gun knocking. I leap up, open the door, and lay into the Central American immigrant standing there. I tell her never to come to our door again. ¡No mas!

I need to get "No Solicitor" signs in English and Spanish. Or a trapdoor.

iTunes for the win.