We're in the middle of a scrapbook workshop and my doorbell rings. It's one of those college kids who sell books. I told him I wasn't interested and he said, "Can't you just give me some money?" I said no, and closed the door.
I also told my customers what had just happened because I couldn't believe the guy. A few minutes later the phone rings and it's the police. They said that someone had called from the house. Ummm - no, I live here and nobody called. They were sending a car over anyway because someone had called from the house.
I get off the phone and I ask if anyone had called the police and one woman did!! The police came and I made her talk with them. She went on and on that she moved to our neighborhood to get away from trash like that, and she insisted that they hunt the kid down and get him out of the neighborhood. Gee, thanks lady, for making my house a target!
- M.M., Michigan