In my thirties, a coworker observed "You don't tolerate fools well, do you?"
I'm twice that now, retired, and have pretty much zero tolerance.
I have a gate and a quarter mile long driveway. I don't get any salesmen visiting, nor trick'r'treaters, and I like it that way.
I had a pony tail back in college. Now there's nothing where it used to grow and I don't miss it at all.:laughing:
I've walked out on more car/truck salesmen than I've purchased from. And usually within the first five minutes when I figured out I knew more about what they were selling than they did, and had already caught them in more than one lie.
Yesterday the phone rings, I pick it up, and the caller introduces themselves as Mr. SombodyIDon'tKnow. I interrupt him and ask what he's selling. He says nothing, then goes on to tell me how I can collect benefits on an ailment I don't have. I interrupt again, tell him to put me on his Don't Call List, and hang up.
Today the parts guy at my local motorcycle shop calls to tell me that my "rings" are in. I don't remember ordering any rings, and tell him so. And that I don't remember ordering anything. The line goes quiet except for some background conversation, and he comes back with the fact that they are bearing dust shields. I tell him I remember ordering those, more than two weeks ago, so no wonder I forgot. Maybe next time he'll call something by the right name. BTW, he's the only one in the shop that has spools in his hears.:confused2:
Just when I was starting to feel like it was just me, along comes this thread and now I know I'm not alone.
Thanks, guys!:thumbsup: