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Just When I Thought It Was Safe . . .

Posted by Non-Hamster on March 12th, 2010

Ok, I haven't actually thought that I was ever "safe" from the constant barrage of "Mr Helpful" and his constant offers to "help" with just about anything he hears about but I have (sort of) managed to keep it down to a dull roar.

All that has changed now and not for the better.  His son recently moved into the neighborhood and that's a problem.  While he's a decent enough guy, he's got not one but three jobs in sales, selling all manner of things as a kind of "jack of all trades" version of a salesman.  That's all well and good for him but what makes it bad for me is that he's cut from the same cloth as Mr Helpful the elder.

This means that not only does he have this incessant urge to "help" any "problem" that he finds out about, he will also do his very best to convince you that the "cure" can be had from one of the many manufacturers whose products he sells.

This has just now given me an idea.  I wonder if he sells twelve foot high electric privacy fencing?  Maybe putting something like that up around the house would keep him from making those uninvited visits to my office ... particularly at 3:00am.

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