

Well... I saw him come up the driveway and he looked right at it, and rung the bell anyway. I waited about 5 seconds and opened the door. He started babbling as soon as it was open and sure enough, he was selling subscriptions. I put on my best "suthern soundin" voice, and interrupted him.
Me: Boy.... Didj ya'll ever go ta school?
Him: Yes sir I did
Me: Well then... Did they ever teach ya'll that fancy readin 'n writin' stuff?
He went to babbling about the magazines and I interrupted again.
Me: Well... did they?
Him: Why do you ask me that?
I walked out the front door and stared at the No Solicitors!!! sign I made. I measured up the height of the sign and then compared it to him. and then asked.
Me: If ya did go to a school, and ya did learn the readin 'n writin stuff, then how on Gods green earth did you misunderstand that? (pointing at the sign)
(Gets good here)
Him: I'm not a solicitor sir, I'm selling magazine subscriptions to try and win a trip to Cancun...
I interrupt him again
Me: Do you even know wut the definition of solicitor is boy?
Him: Yes... It's someone who tries to sell you something.....
Me: Then I reckon you's one of them genuinely dumb people out there...
(Walks back in the house and slams the door)
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I must be a real dick
