Door to door sales people!!! Wankers, absolute twats! They call at the worst times ever. Not only at a bad time but then don't take a hint to fuck off away from my front door.
I've been shattered all week, my sleep pattern has been messed up from the bank hol and a haven't managed to sleep right and sort it. Getting up at 5am everyday and staying up late watching shite piss boring fucking football games have done me no good.
Anyway I'm sat in my chair, feet up nodding off.. even the dog isn't stopping me for once from drifting off to sleep. I start nodding off, that sort of sleep you go out in seconds, you have drool dripping down your chin and over your shirt... you know the one. Then BANG BANG BANG, I jump up out of my seat, thinking what the fucking hell was that? Then BANG BANG BANG again. I realise it's someone at the front door, has someone died? Is there some sort of major evacuation of the whole area?
No some twat of the highest order wants to see if I want to get bent over and fucking raped for some over priced windows to match my newly fitted front door.
"I notice your windows look like the could need replacing"
Oh really.. why is that then am I about to fucking chuck you through it?
Look mate I tell him, I ain't interested if I were I'd contact you. I managed to get a new door without your help, I could easily get the windows. You just woke me up....
Expecting him to take a hint and fuck off he starts pulling out some leaflets "here well just have a look at these" I slammed the door shut and starting cursing.
I respect they are doing a job and end of the day the fella is working, but fuck sake, do I need to have them round once a month?!
