.... Did a man just knock on my door and ask if I wanted to buy any fresh fish?
I live in a small Northamptonshire village, which is about as far from the sea as you can get. It's not the first time, either.
Anyone else get unnusual cold callers?
.... Did a man just knock on my door and ask if I wanted to buy any fresh fish?
I live in a small Northamptonshire village, which is about as far from the sea as you can get. It's not the first time, either.
Anyone else get unnusual cold callers?
I had this foreign girl who came to my house selling paintings. Unfortunately I was drunk at the time and agreed to pay 80 quid for one of them. She came back for the money a couple of weeks later and in my sobriety I realised the painting was a bit shit and actually worth about a tenner. She hassled me for about a month afterwards and I finally caved in and agreed 40 quid. The painting is rolled up in a cupboard, because it's horrible.
He was sounding you out because he was then going to show you some Rolex's.
Def.
I bought some for the halibut.
Sorry.
I tend to get away off lightly from sale pitches and religious folk on my doorstep cause I look very young so when they call I say my Mum and Dad aren't home and they deal with that stuff. Failing that, I set Molly on them. Only the Avon lady is welcome.
Quote: steve by any other name @ February 19 2009, 12:43 PM GMT.... Did a man just knock on my door and ask if I wanted to buy any fresh fish?
I live in a small Northamptonshire village, which is about as far from the sea as you can get. It's not the first time, either.
Ha, my mum actually buys stuff (some fish and quite a bit of duck) from one of those companies. I've always thought them quite quaint.
Had a bloke come to my door at my old house in a full trackduit with a wilkos bag full of stuff (that he of course bought from wilkos) and tried to sell it to me at a higher price!
I thought, are you having a f**king laugh I know how much all that costs!
But it looked like he'd done time once and would happily do it again so I politely said I'm good thanks and closed the door, f**king strange though.
I had a smart "Irish" guy in a black top-of-the-range Porsche Ceyanne roar up my drive one day. Totally unsolicited, he lifted the boot lid to reveal a generator and a pressure washer of construction industry quality, both brand new and for sale (but without provenance).
What's happened to lucky heather, lace, rabbit's feet and clothes pegs formerly peddled by his kind?
Quote: Nil Putters @ February 19 2009, 12:50 PM GMTI bought some for the halibut.
Sorry.
huh...you bought some Rolexs for your halibut...?
Quote: steve by any other name @ February 19 2009, 12:43 PM GMT.... Did a man just knock on my door and ask if I wanted to buy any fresh fish?
I live in a small Northamptonshire village, which is about as far from the sea as you can get. It's not the first time, either.
Quote: Nil Putters @ February 19 2009, 12:50 PM GMTI bought some for the halibut.
Sorry.
Quote: The Rook @ February 20 2009, 7:28 PM GMThuh...you bought some Rolexs for your halibut...?
>_<
Quote: steve by any other name @ February 19 2009, 12:43 PM GMTAnyone else get unnusual cold callers?
Just an Eskimo that one time.
When I was in the Army a van full of hippies managed to get on post and the driver told a group of 5 of us that his wife would screw us all for $50. We declined, but we offered to pay a few bucks if she'd let one of our (virgin) buddies have a go. He did and seemed quite pleased with himself until we had our first AIDS briefing the following day.
Nobody knew much about the disease in the early 80s and the presentation was quite frightening. As soon as we got back to the barracks he ran into the bathroom and furiously scrubbed his genitals in the sink for about 15 minutes.
Quote: Marc P @ February 21 2009, 5:42 PM GMTJust an Eskimo that one time.
Must be strange to have someone sell you fish at the front door. I don't think anyone would buy that here from a door to door guy. The only people we see are Jehovahs and Girl Scouts.
The peanut butter cookies are my favorite.
LOL that reminds me of the scene out of Adams Family when Wednesday said the cookies were made from real girl scouts. Ha ha.
When I was in Panama 20 years ago there were kids selling just about anything on the streets. You'd pull up to a red light and someone would shove a bag of limes, a cold can of beer, a package of towels, a parrot, a monkey or a live lobster through your open window. Very disconcerting.