I know there are much more dire problems in the world and everything, but damnit, this is my blog and I wanna sound off so I don't explode one day.
I am so sick of all the solicitors ringing my doorbell for every single cause, product, service and vote you can imagine. There is hardly a day that goes by that we aren't besieged by some children hoofing it while Mom cruises the block along behind them while they try to collect for every ailment and affliction in Merck's Manual. Or the working guy who wants to get your lawn, paint, roof or gardening business. Or the political shifts that roll in and interrupt you during every single city, county, state, and national election. And let's don't forget the white shirted, skinny tied, bicyclists who want to know if you've been saved or not.
I could handle it fine if it was an occasional visitor. But it's the never-ending parade of them that has my blood boiling.
Nevermind that long ago I posted a sign that says:
Solicitors will be shot Survivors will be prosecuted
And yes, I ripped it off from the rednecks, but nobody pays any attention to it.
I know better than to sweat the small stuff, but it feels good to sound off once in a while. =)