The other night I was playing Modern Warfare 2 when I heard a knock at the door. Not just a knock, but the stereotypical "dun da  da dun dun....dun dun" (thanks HS21) knock that makes you think that it must be a friend or at least a friendly neighbor. Anyway, I completely forgot I have a peephole on my door, so I just opened it without knowing who it was. My beagle is small enough to fit through the crack if I open the door just enough to poke my head out, so I stepped out into the common area outside my door to keep her from barking at whoever was there. This was a mistake.
 
Surprise, surprise, it was a group of salespeople (two down-trodden looking ladies wearing nappy clothes). I am terribly awkward when it comes to turning these people away, so I was definitely regretting my decision to go whole hog and step right out into the common area. So, over the span of the next 20 minutes, I was enlightened about the world's end-all-be-all cleaner. It cleans dirt, grime, slime, scum, chars, scars, scuffs, muffs (?), dust, must, mildew and mold (she said "moldew" and "milled", by the way). I continued to tell them that I wasn't interested in their (intentionally?) explicitly named product; but the harder I fought, the harder they pressed. One of the women felt so confident that, with just a little more prodding, I would purchase their cleaner that she proceeded to not only say, but also show me something else it could clean...
 
Only a few nights ago, I saw the most awkward/funny/sad thing I have ever seen. I saw a grown woman drink a cleaning product in a fit of pure seller's fury. Then she proceeded to gag but try to cover up the fact that she was gagging, which only made her gag even more. She totally played it off and transitioned into spraying the cleaner directly into her face (EYES OPEN), hair, arms and chest. I'm not done... really.