Pecan Pie

Social Anxiety from the South

First Weird Experience…

in the new place.

I’m a home, for the eleventy billionth day in a row.  No one knows I live here hardly and I haven’t met any of my neighbors, except for the one I knew before I moved in.  I keep to myself.  I’m not super friendly when it comes to people being in my business at home.  You know that Outkast song, “I’ll Call Before I Come”?

Yeah, like that.  Pretty much the only people allowed to just show up at my house are Jim and Mareta.  I don’t like being surprised.

Anyway, so my doorbell rang today and two kids were selling something door to door.  Some type of contest, for which the prize was two grand and a trip to Europe.  Well, I know tweakers when I see them.  The dude had awful teeth and talked a mile a minute…and he kept high fiving me.  Er, I kept responding to his high five invitation.


I let him go on and when he handed me the pamphlet for magazines, I started to say, “Unfortunately, I can’t sponsor anyone right now due to the fact that I’m a student on a fixed income, but good luck.”

I got to “Unfortunately.”

The kid took back his pamphlet, said, “That’s okay, but thanks for letting me finish.  Have a nice day.”

Rather, he spat all that out.

Like, I felt like a jerk, even though I didn’t do anything wrong.

Any of you have any weird door-to-door experiences?


Written by thelittlepecan

January 17, 2011 at 4:07 pm

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  1. I have a lot of people come to my door since I moved to the south. Random people selling meat?? I bought the meat once, but it was expensive and not very good. So I won’t do it anymore. One guy was so stubborn, he just would not go away, no matter how many times I told him how broke I was.

    I’ve had the magazine/students/contest thing too…not tweakers- very clean cut and so freaking cheerful I wanted to kick him. I’m going to have to put a “No solicitors sign” out there. I just think it’s incredibly rude to come to someone’s home and push crap on them. Go away already


    January 24, 2011 at 12:57 pm

  2. I just remembered something kinda funny (to me anyway). The reason I became interested in LDS customs and culture is because several years ago there was a big rumor going around town about how the Mormons were going to “take over” our town. One evening, the youth pastor from the local Assembly of God Church came to my door to warn me that Mormons weren’t “real Christians” and they were going around the neighborhood to get the word out. Oh, the irony!


    January 20, 2011 at 9:14 am

  3. these were just run of the mill christians not JWs I live in the Bible Belt of CA remember- I’m not kidding when I say that..


    January 17, 2011 at 9:24 pm

  4. I had two old guys from one of the local churches come by.. that wasn’t that odd, but one came back two weeks ago and when I sent him packing again- he had some specific-ish ??s for me- like did I have my own church? (WHY else would I be saying no to *free* christian *literature* right? I said no and closed the door..
    ..someone sicc’ed Animal Control on us for supposedly barking dogs (ours are the quietest in the RURAL neighborhood that also contains a ROOSTER) within a week after that…no proof of anything of course, but why else would they have shown up here??…


    January 17, 2011 at 8:35 pm

    • That’s strange. When the JW’s come knocking, I’m not answering.


      January 17, 2011 at 8:52 pm

  5. Several years ago, I had a vacuum cleaner salesman knock on my door. After answering several questions about how often I cleaned the carpets, he began wrangling for the sale, trying to get into my house to do his demo. I get a little (ok, a lot) weirded out about people coming into my house, esp strangers so I kept telling him no. He started to lose his cool, saying, “you said your carpets needed cleaning but you won’t let me in?” or words to that effect. So I went back in the house, shut and locked the door. Kinda creepy.

    Then there was the 12-13 year old boy who knocked incessantly until I came to the door and read him the Riot Act. Seriously, he knocked constantly for 10 minutes straight without letup. WTF?


    January 17, 2011 at 4:51 pm

  6. Wait…about two years ago the bell rang and Ryan answered it, and made me come talk to the girl. She was selling magazines for a contest thing, and high-fiving a lot. I had blocked the trauma. It was some semi-religious group, maybe that is how they talk to god. Or pass him to others.

    Or maybe they use the drugs for that.


    January 17, 2011 at 4:41 pm

    • LMAO. You crack me up.


      January 17, 2011 at 4:43 pm

      • I should have said teh drugs, shouldn’t I?

        Ugh. Will won’t shut up! I have to go be good mommy and feed whiny furkids.


        January 17, 2011 at 4:49 pm

        • Whiny kids. My kid is loving the new house and access to good snacks, but the boy is eating so many apples, well, you can imagine.


          January 17, 2011 at 5:02 pm

  7. Bad teeth and talking a mile a minute = tweaker? Good to know. Can you tell me what drugs I should be using so I can fully meet the trifecta there? And where do I get them?

    I usually ignore the door bell since Pavlov’s children are no longer around much and no mom is here to force me. Unless the girl child is playing Lady Gaga on it, and I am considering ignoring her on principle for that. She has a key, she should learn to use it.

    So no really funny door stories. Closest I have is the mormons chasing me down the street that time


    January 17, 2011 at 4:38 pm

    • Not on their own, no, but Marie I generally know one when I see one. I could definitely be wrong, but given the drug problem in the area where I live, I don’t think I am. Jim and I are pretty sure they were running a scam, which also makes me think it’s drug related.

      I hate answering the door. I find loud knocking and the bell to be really, really disturbing.


      January 17, 2011 at 4:42 pm

      • So I don’t have to do drugs? Darn.

        It seemed pretty scammy to me, too. Plus, well, zero income and stuff. Makes a handy excuse.

        Now I wonder if people often think I am on something. Hmmm


        January 17, 2011 at 4:47 pm

        • I’ve never felt that way about you online, but, that isn’t saying much. If you’re half as coherent in person as you are online, I can’t imagine thinking that about you!

          There’s sort of this…feeling. A stupid way to describe it, really, I know, but it’s several factors that come together. The fast talking and teeth are sort of trademark (but I have decent teeth and did when I was using, so it certainly isn’t a tell tale all the time.)


          January 17, 2011 at 4:59 pm

          • If I were half as coherent in person, I would have a lot fewer problems. IDK, not trying to bash your tweakdar, just speculating. People gripe a lot about me talking too fast when I can’t ever tell a noticeable difference from how they talk. I get the same thing about being loud often, and again, same problem. I don’t see where I am louder than anyone else. But there is nothing wrong with my hearing, just some sort of processing thing. But I can’t figure out how to fix it, cuz I don’t sound that different in my perspective.


            January 17, 2011 at 6:53 pm

          • I get the loud thing a lot, too. And I talk really fast and a lot when I’m nervous or excited. There’s definitely a difference. I mean, we’re talking twitching or just being odd (insert Marie criticism of “odd’ here ;)). The getting huffy for no reason is also an indication. Tweakers fly off the handle at strange times often for no apparent reason.

            And like I said, I could be totally off base. I don’t think I am and I would have apologized if he hadn’t left, the girl just looked apologetic and walked away.


            January 17, 2011 at 7:11 pm

      • it’s a pretty common scam, actually. We call them Meth-heads here, but same thing I think.
        I’m not an addict (ex or otherwise), but I’ve known a few. I can generally spot someone who’s using Meth.
        Their appearance+behavior is pretty distinctive.

        lisa matthews

        January 17, 2011 at 4:51 pm

        • Tweakers generally call each other tweakers. Outsiders call them meth-heads (here, too.)

          For whatever reason, calling someone a soandso-head seems like a judgement. I’m not sure why, but that’s how it always felt.


          January 17, 2011 at 5:01 pm

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