It has been a strange night for me...
A salesman showed up at my door, to sell me magazines. I let him speak to me for a moment and he ventured closer and closer to my door, where he eventually reached out his hand and shook mine.
I was not worried about shaking his hand. I could see he was skittish about moving too close. I naturally put up that wall with people I am not sure of. He did not cross any boundaries. He did not push me purchase his magazines.
He was kind and thoughtful and most of all driven...
But he did not push me to purchase his magazines.
Every time a new sales person approaches my door, I kick myself for not remembering to put up a "No Soliciting" sign. Some day I will get around to doing that... Until then I get to chit-chat with the door-to-door sales people.
I like people.
I even love people... at times.
But this is my home. This is my place to unwind. This is my sanctuary from the rest of the world.
I'm around sales people all of the time. In fact, when I'm promoting my book I become the sale person.
I get it.
However, this is my home. This is my place to forget the world. This is where I go when I need to leave the people of the world behind and be with MY people.
I congratulate all the door-to-door sales people. They take on a very difficult task and deal with people like myself on a daily basis.
It does not change the fact that I don't want you coming to my house. I want to know I am safe in my home. I want to know my family is safe in my home. And you intruding on my private residence, in the middle of MY time with MY people, does not sit well with me.
His eyes were kind and he was doing what he could to make his living. For that I give him a thumbs up. But please pick someone else's house next time.
My answer will always be no.
Unless... unless you are selling books :)