Clean Air

Air purifier sales guy at the door, wanting me to listen to a sales pitch.

Me: “You know, I’m really not interested in your product.”

Him: “You’re not interested in air purification?”

Me: “No. I think I’m good with what I got here.”

Him: “You’ve already got an air purifier installed?”

Me: “Nope.”

Him: “Then you don’t have clean air!!”

Me: “We just open the windows.”

Him: boggles at that concept.

Me: hands him back his ‘free promotional gift’, and sends him away…

Well, there was a bit more to the conversation than that, but this was the gist of it. The guy really shouldn’t have said that about not having clean air unless we have his product installed, and shouldn’t have been so patently shocked at the concept of getting clean air from outside (you know, that big place where there is trees and lakes and mountains and stuff, right there in plain sight). If it hadn’t been for that, I might have felt far more guilty for not listening to him and might have let him and his trainee buddy come in the house and waste my time.

As is, I felt sufficiently stupid for having falling for their line in the first place and given them my address to come bother me at (a.k.a. deliver the ‘free gift’ which I ‘won’ in their ‘draw’). Stupid enough to be very rude to a fellow who phoned me just afterwards with the “I’m from Windows Customer Support” lie. I had an almost knee-jerk reaction, just spat out an irritated “Oh never mind!!” and hung up on him in mid-sentence. I mean, I don’t do that sort of thing normally – I always at least wait until I can get a word in edgewise. But today I was just too fed up.

I hate it when someone makes me be rude. Although really, that’s about the only possible reaction to the rudeness of being called up and lied to with the sole purpose of getting at my money (which is not much better than theft, when it comes down to it). Still, I hate it, and it makes me feel bad.

However, I think I need to just take a deep breath and get over that feeling. Excuse me for a moment while I step over to the balcony door, open it up and take in a big lungful of that impure stuff out there. If I don’t come back, you’ll know I expired from all the oxygen generated by those dirty trees in the vicinity of our house.

Life, the Universe, and Clean Air. Quite enough for today.

clean air
Can’t you tell how dirty the air is outside my windows?