Damn it some more

Do I look like a soft touch or something?
We went to Lowes to buy trash bags (and ended up buying a lot more than that — I hate that kind of trip), and when we walked out to the van and were all loaded up and ready to pull out, some guy pulled up beside me and rolled down his window. I figured he was looking for directions (stupid me) and rolled down mine. Instead of “how do I get to”, I got a sob story about his mother who’s in Ball Memorial Hospital in Muncie…
…at which point Sally said, “Sorry, but we have our own relatives to take care of,” and I said, “Sorry, I’ve got my own problems,” and rolled up the window and drove away. I did notice that the guy had 82-prefix license plates. That’s Vanderbergh County, i.e., Evansville. What the fuck is a guy from Evansville with a mother in a hospital in Muncie doing in Indianapolis looking for a handout? Sally said, “It’s got to be a scam,” and then she also mentioned that she’d heard on the news that two people in a car have been asking people in parking lots for help and then carjacking them after they’ve gotten out of the car.
Which only makes me more determined to start carrying. Which will upset the shit out of Sally, but I’m not going to put up with these people any longer.
So then we got home, and a little later, the same guy who rang the doorbell the other day about the tree rang it again. I answered it this time and all he wanted to do was give me an estimate to cut up the fallen stuff and cart it away. I’m not interested in that, because I’ll get the same tree guys out who did the tree in the back last fall and they’ll do all that for one price. So I told him no thanks.
And about five minutes later the phone rang, with a “TOLL FREE CALL” on the Caller ID…which had to be a telemarketer…and I finally snapped. I picked up the phone, yelled “FOAD”, and hung up.
Fuck all solicitors, salesmen, and telemarketers. Fuck them all to hell.