If you ever want to really tick me off, I mean really just make my blood boil: ring my doorbell at 2 o’clock in the afternoon, just moments after I put my ever so cranky and sick child to bed. I had just settled in front of the computer this afternoon when I hear the doorbell ring. There have been very few cases where my doorbell rings in the afternoon. The UPS man is always a possibility, but he’s usually delivering something so outrageously fun, I forget that he possibly woke up my children with his ring. The second culprit to ringing my doorbell is the Jehovah Witness couple that comes to my house once a month. I’ve kindly asked them to stop ringing the doorbell but somehow they forget.

So I go charging up the stairs, knowing that I haven’t ordered anything lately and preparing myself to kindly chew out the couple standing on my porch with a pamphlet. As I open the door I notice it’s neither…instead there stands three men, one blue polo and two orange jackets with ATT: Uverse plastered across everything their wearing, including the name badge the man whipped out to show they were on official business. I should’ve just apologized right then that they caught me in a really bad mood, but mistakenly I let them start talking.

The man asks about our TV – which coincidentally we just cancelled our service because we are taking a break for the summer. He starts to challenge our decision to do so…I immediately cut the man off and reminded him that what we choose to do with our televsion is up to us as a family, not him. That should’ve given them the hint to get off my doorstep, but clearly the man lacked in the EQ department. He continues to challenge me on the issue…and he’s being rude. (I would chalk it up to being young, but he wasn’t!)

My rage starts to take over and my kind words stopped. I then went into a rather lengthy and descriptive reason why I would never use their service (we’ve not heard positive feedback from anybody who has switched to this service.) He challenges me again. The nerve! He can’t understand why I would trust my friends opinions over his…which I pointed out was a no-brainer, did I mention all the Uverse paraphanelia they were sporting? I called him out. Mind you- the other two salesman are standing with their hands in their pockets as I go at it with the front runner. We continued for just a few more moments when I realized I was wasting valuable nap time on something that meant nothing to me.

So I closed the conversation.

He asked for my name to write down next to our address.

“Are you kidding me? You think I’m going to give you my name so that someday, I’m sure in the near future, you can call my house and bother me again about a service I have refused multiple times. That’s a joke. There’s no way. I do not want to have another conversation with you. Even if we do come back to television I assure you we won’t be looking for your service.”

I smiled a gentle smile and quietly shut the door. I took two steps and I heard Hunter’s whine. He’s been sick for days and he needs all the sleep he can get.

Att: Uverse will never get our business.

I immediately walked downstairs and started designing a “No Soliciting” sign to put on our door.

Sidenote: 5 hours later, after I told Steve every detail of the story at Hallie’s swim lessons we arrive back at our home. And to my surprise I see the guys again. They’re two doors down in our cul de sac visiting with my neighbor…Steve starts laughing.