"Door-to-Door Salesmen"

Ruu_Old

I dont know if it was only in my part of the country but there was always door to door salesmen coming around to the houses along our street and selling clothes in a big suitcase, im not talking about travellers either. These men were more of Arabic descent. You would also get it soooo hard to get them to leave.

Them:"Is your Mammy or Daddy Home?"
Me:"No Mam is in bed sick"
Them:"Can I come in please for a moment?"
Me:"No thanks dont want anything"
*trying to close door while hes pushing on it*
My brother:"Thats it im going to get the ****ing gun!"

Then all you would see is the smoke left from his shoes after running away I havent seen them around in years though.

qz

Never seen them in Ireland.

Sparky

not so much in my area, but the freakiest thing of all was this guy who i bumped into selling these karma books in LAX airport in LA last may, then a few weeks ago the same man, yes no kidding calls to the door back home here trying to sell the same books to me.
Even my sister copped it, that was the freakiest moment ever.

Other than that just the odd mormans calling trying to change my faith and the odd new cafe or resturaunt opening specials.

Riamfada

Get them in Spain alot . We call them the "Lucky Lucky Men" . They are usually good crack.

At least you dont have Irish Knackers. You can smell them before they try to get into your house

gandalf

The only Door to Doors we get are those fecking Eircom winback reps. They haven't been around in months since last time I ran them.

skywalker

Grimes wrote:

Get them in Spain alot . We call them the "Lucky Lucky Men" . They are usually good crack.

Hehe, their speel can be funny alright,

Lucky Lucky Man:I give you nice price cause your my buddy
Me:I just met you there just now.
Lucky Lucky Man: But I like you already

Riamfada

One tried to sell me a carpet for €400 Euro. Bargained him down to €20.

Good Times

joejoem

I was at home last week on a day off when there was a knock on the door, a traveller holding a bag of blankets (from 1980 or so) was at the door. "Do ye wanna buy some blankets ha?" I said no thank you. He then moved out of sight to the side of the house (side passage) so I opened the door with the closest weapon I had at my disposal (a four foot 2 X 4) and screamed at him to get the **** out of my garden. I went up to the top window and say him walk over to a hiace van which was parked accross the road, obviously scoping out hte houses for one to rob.

It was only afterwards that I thought I should have said "Get the **** out of my garden before I make you the next dead Ward"*



*in case anyone thinks that comment a step too far, I have no sympathy for Ward, I have sympathy for Nally who should not be in jail in my opinion.

_Kaiser_

Strangely the eircom rep's haven't been around in the past few months trying to get me to move back to their "wonderful service" - they were persistent too, they'd call back after 8 if I wasn't home.

Funnily enough my first experience of door to door sales was only 2 years ago when I moved to Blanch. For some reason they don't seem to visit Coolock much!

Best one was being wished a Happy New Year in May by this woman who was looking for money. There was about 3 of them working the street at the same time.

el tel

A door-to-door salesman goes up to a house and rings the door bell.
A boy comes to the door wearing a silk dressing gown with a glass
of port in one hand and a cigar in the other.

Salesman: Are your parents at home?

Boy: What the fúck do you think?!