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Monday, October 29, 2007. Pushy, rude door-to-door salespeople. What is it about door-to-door salespeople that makes them think they have the right to bother me at home? And what makes them think that the appropriate response to my No, thank you, Im not interested, I dont buy from door-to-door salespeople, is to get downright rude and offensive? I responded, I have the right not to be bothered at home. As he drove down the street, he yelled, Quit your yelling and screaming! Night of the Living Dr.

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Monday, October 29, 2007. Pushy, rude door-to-door salespeople. What is it about door-to-door salespeople that makes them think they have the right to bother me at home? And what makes them think that the appropriate response to my No, thank you, Im not interested, I dont buy from door-to-door salespeople, is to get downright rude and offensive? I responded, I have the right not to be bothered at home. As he drove down the street, he yelled, Quit your yelling and screaming! Night of the Living Dr.

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