Salespeople Beware

I need to get the leaky eavestroughs replaced and the wooden soffits/fascia on the house covered with vinyl before they rot. They are also very ugly. I have called a couple places for estimates. One place wanted to tell me about their financing, though I have yet to decide to use them. They also wanted to send a guy to talk to DH and I both. I hate that. In fact I told the woman...let's see if I can remember exactly..."I've learned over the years, to my pain, that the reason companies want to see you *and* your husband is so that they can pressure you into signing on the dotted line right then and there. If only one spouse is available, they can always say that they need to discuss it with the other spouse and then there's no immediate sale for the company. I don't want a sales call. I just want an estimate."

So I'm getting an estimate. Yay!

I feel kind of bitchy. But at least I won't be stuck with yet another sales guy in my front hall or kitchen or whatever who won't freaking leave!

The vacuum guy was the worst. He was there for an hour. I should have just told him that the guy he thought was my husband was just a friend who was renting our spare room at the time. I wanted to see the vacuum, not put up with a pushy salesman. And he kept doing that thing I hate where they try to get you all involved by making you answer questions about how great the product/financing/whatever is.

The guy from the steel roofing place was a close second. He was getting pretty pissed with us for not saying "Yeah! Let's do this thing! We really want to go into debt for $10,000! Right this very minute, even though it's the first we're hearing of how much it's going to cost! Woo!" We just wanted an estimate. Geez.