Gas and electricity do not mix
By now, you should know my love for cold calls on the telephone.
There is another sub-breed of bottom feeder that is somewhere around the same spot on the evolutionary scale and that is the door to door salesman.
I was sitting here today minding my own business when the door bell rang. By coincidence, both dogs were indoors at the time [they had both been wandering in and out, as I had the door to the garden wide open], so I shut them in and made my way through the house, wondering who the hell it was. The dogs followed me so that when I opened the outer door, I had to hold the inner door in case the dogs came barrelling out.
At first glance I thought they were God Botherers, and they were both squeaky clean. They scotched that thought though by introducing themselves as being from Bord Gais. We don’t have gas. Nor does anyone else around here. The nearest gas-main is about six miles away. But it transpired they were trying to sell me electricity.
Fuck it, but they were persistent.
I’m open to argument about who supplies my electricity. I don’t give a shit just so long as I can boil a kettle and the supply to the seed shed isn’t cut off for too long, but I do not like to be pushed into things. And these fuckers were pushy.
I asked if Lucy Kennedy was thrown in with the deal. They said she wasn’t and insisted on showing me a computer. I have a fucking computer, so I didn’t want to see theirs, but they insisted on showing it to me anyway, and said they could sign me up on the spot.
I started off at ten on the scale of politeness. Within minutes, I had sunk to one, and was blatantly telling them to fuck off outa there. They still persisted. I told the main man that he was a persistent cunt, and he just smiled, agreed and carried on selling.
In the end, the needle hit zero on my politeness scale.
I released my grip on the inner door, and loosed the dogs.
It was over in seconds.
One managed to make it over the gate, but the other one didn’t stand a chance.
The ambulance has just left.
It would have saved a lot of trouble if they had just thrown in Lucy Kennedy.
How could you be so cruel! You don’t know if those men have had their vaccinations. Those dogs could have been exposed to any number hideous diseases. I hope for the dogs sake, and yours, that they are OK.
Our Sandy has sampled cuisine from around the world, and I’m sure she has a natural immunity by now. A couple of local blokes aren’t going to bother her. I’m not too worried about Woodja!
And here I was all ready with with a great story about farting while working on a live electrical outlet but alas, it was all in vain. That’s what I get for judging a post by it’s title.
Would I stoop so low? Never mind – console yourself with the picture of Lucy.
Trouble is Groandad they’ll have put you down as a ‘yes’ on their forms.
The other thing is creeps like that usually target older people and have been known to claim they are from ‘the electricity company’ to trick their way in to do a meter reading. Poor old divil signs a form and then its a hellish thing to try to unwind.
I nearly caught one of those salesmen once. Very nearly.
Con – They never got a chance. I still have their little computer too – fucking useless thing didn’t even have any games on it.
I thought those asswipes had been reigned in! Feckers tried those tactics here in Limerick. After many complaints (and stuff akin to your own experience), the asswipes disappeared.
It’s very unlikely they’ll call here again. Just in case though, I was thinking of switching to Airtricity and then electrifying the gate?