How to get rid of unwanted guests

The door bell rang today around 3.30 p.m while I was reading from my Kindle. Shaking my fist repeatedly, I just knew it’s going to be either a door sales person or the survey people.

I opened the door to see a young woman standing at the gate.

A surveyor… on a Sunday.

From behind the gate, she asked if she could talk to anyone in the house who works. I told her nobody works here. Puzzled, she started rambling about I don’t know what, and then asked about my family and kids. I told her nobody lives here.

Finally, she asked if she could talk to me. With a blank stare, I told her I don’t exist… it’s an empty house.

You should have seen her run.