Advice to Door-to-Door Salesmen

You really should NOT say, "Are your parents here?" when a woman comes to the door. Especially not with a little smirk that might or might not have been you going, oh, she's gonna love that I've 'mistaken her' for a teenager and buy my bug spraying service.

Because you're going to come across a forty-five-year-old woman who's gonna look at you like you're insanely CLUELESS, who just says, "No."

and closes the door.
*nod* Yeah... I mean, I don't mind if someone shaves a decade off my age, if they're plausible about it -- but that still makes me 28, not 18, and treating me like a kid tends to make me Very ....Snarky.
The week leading up to Mother's Day, I was at work at the store and a woman says to me, "Happy Mother's day... oh wait, you're not a mother are you? You're what? 17?"

I mean, sure, I don't look my age, but I don't look /that/ young.
You have to admit, though, it's still kind of a…well, I guess you could say an unintentional meta-compliment. He didn't actually mistake you for someone that young, but he did mistake you for someone who could be mistaken for someone that young.

If you're following me. :)
Yes, you would! *laughs*

Probably get exactly the same kind of thing. I get tired of it sometimes...
Oh... lord. I don't know what to say to that. It sounds like they were trying SO HARD to weaken you to buy their crap, but they failed so hard.

It sounds like the question was just dripping with falseness, which would have put me off from buying from them anyways. (I prefer sincerity when talking to people... maybe it's just me? :D )
*grins* obviously not *just* you. *laughs*

Trying to sell stuff *is* hard; but sometimes I think some people make it harder than it has to be...
haha I'm glad I went routing through my flist and found this little gem ^_^
Cheer! This is one of the reasons that I'm enjoying living in the country, at the end of a long private road and with two rather exuberant "guard dogs."
*giggles* I *miss* Fezzik. I remember him wandering about the house and when cars came down the driveway he'd go "greet" them and some would head back on out, and others would keep coming, knowing who he was...