I just turned away one of those obnoxious magazine selling boys. I thought I'd seen the last of them. There was only one even almost polite one in the bunch since I moved up here, and he was at school, not running around door to door in apartment complexes during typical dinner time.

God I hate it when they think they're all sly and cool and sales-y, like this kid. He was talking, and paused, and I said, "Oh yeah, I did get bugged about magazines all the time at my last apartment complex and at school, and..." and when I got to the word "get," he had already started talking again, not listening to anything I said, talking while I was talking.

"I'm not interested," I said flatly, once he'd stopped talking again.

"Yeah, but if you have a husband or boyfriend, you just pick a gift subscription and--"

"He doesn't read magazines either. We're not interested."

"But--"

"No. Here you go," I said, holding his magazine list out to him, the list I'd been holding out toward him for 30 seconds already.

"Nuthin'? Man..." he said, taking it and walking off. Before I even had the door shut, I heard him knock on my next door neighbor's door, ten feet away.

GRRRR! I hate those boys... But I'm happy I stuck to my guns and got him to leave. I didn't even make myself feel like I had to be polite to him, either! Go me! Hehe...

~Meg