Last night after supper the front doorbell rang and I answered it, fully expecting someone running for the upcoming election to extoll his virtues in hopes of receiving a vote from the Lewis household. I was pleasantly surprised to find one of the neighbourhood girls standing on the front steps with an armful of Girl Guide cookies. She had my vote!
I never have any cash, so I said, “thanks, but no thanks.” After I closed the door, my wife told me she had some cash on her, which was great, because I never have cash on me. I grabbed some money from my wife and made my way outside, where the girl was standing at my neighbours front door, waiting for a five dollar bill.
I ran over, handed over the five bucks, grabbed my cookies, and ducked back inside to resume watching the Blue Jays game.
I can’t remember selling anything door-to-door when I was young, but I vividly recall going on bottle drives for my hockey team. We used to have a blast. I remember after going house to house collecting bottles, the big payoff would come when we were finished for the day. Then it was time for hot dogs and hot chocolate. I can remember that like it was yesterday.
I don’t mind children coming to the front door selling their wares, but I hate when it’s an adult doing the exact same thing, or a politician telling me how he or she will better my neighbourhood.
Now, if a politician came to the front door with a free box of Girl Guide cookies, he might have my ear, if not my vote!