Brian Austin
En-Route
It's Sunday evening, 5:30pm. Quiet time around the area.
I'm winding down from spending a lot of time in the shop. Getting ready to take a shower and hit the homework for school.
My wife opens the garage door to take out the trash. As usual, the escort of the house, Asta the Wonder Dog (70 lb, female German Shepherd), takes point on the excursion to the trash can. All is well, the two head back inside and my wife is just about to hit the garage door to close it when the dog barks the 'guard mode' bark (deep, I'm-going-to-tear-your-head-off-if-you-take-another-step kinda bark). Wife turns around and Asta is backing a guy down the driveway after he had almost been IN the garage.
He puts his hands up (big mistake, don't do that with a jumpy dog around) and Asta feints toward him. He just freezes and I'm busting out the door at that point (if I hear that bark, it's not something I ignore. She RARELY barks and always for a reason). I recall her (she's been ignoring my wife, not unusual) and she parks it by my side.
"Can I help you?" I ask.
"I've got some great information on double pane windows for you and-" he starts. I interrupt. "Guy next door installs them, too. If we need them, we'll see him. Thanks."
"Well, we've also got vinyl siding and-"
"Not interested. Goodbye."
"Sir, you know the energy savings alone-"
"Buddy, you've got five seconds to clear that driveway before I give the dog a release."
"You can't do that, it's against the law!" he's getting huffy?
"So is trespassing. And if you'd like, I'll call the Phoenix police officer that lives two doors down to come talk to us. He'll probably bring his English Mastiff, though, and he's much less friendly than my dog."
He left. Go figure.
What the heck? Sunday evening, doing door-to-door? I can see some kid selling candy for school or something but trying to run a business?? Where I come from, people got the sermon for mowing their lawn on Sunday, let alone actually trying to solicit like that. I can't imagine walking around bugging people on Sunday evening like that.
I'm winding down from spending a lot of time in the shop. Getting ready to take a shower and hit the homework for school.
My wife opens the garage door to take out the trash. As usual, the escort of the house, Asta the Wonder Dog (70 lb, female German Shepherd), takes point on the excursion to the trash can. All is well, the two head back inside and my wife is just about to hit the garage door to close it when the dog barks the 'guard mode' bark (deep, I'm-going-to-tear-your-head-off-if-you-take-another-step kinda bark). Wife turns around and Asta is backing a guy down the driveway after he had almost been IN the garage.
He puts his hands up (big mistake, don't do that with a jumpy dog around) and Asta feints toward him. He just freezes and I'm busting out the door at that point (if I hear that bark, it's not something I ignore. She RARELY barks and always for a reason). I recall her (she's been ignoring my wife, not unusual) and she parks it by my side.
"Can I help you?" I ask.
"I've got some great information on double pane windows for you and-" he starts. I interrupt. "Guy next door installs them, too. If we need them, we'll see him. Thanks."
"Well, we've also got vinyl siding and-"
"Not interested. Goodbye."
"Sir, you know the energy savings alone-"
"Buddy, you've got five seconds to clear that driveway before I give the dog a release."
"You can't do that, it's against the law!" he's getting huffy?
"So is trespassing. And if you'd like, I'll call the Phoenix police officer that lives two doors down to come talk to us. He'll probably bring his English Mastiff, though, and he's much less friendly than my dog."
He left. Go figure.
What the heck? Sunday evening, doing door-to-door? I can see some kid selling candy for school or something but trying to run a business?? Where I come from, people got the sermon for mowing their lawn on Sunday, let alone actually trying to solicit like that. I can't imagine walking around bugging people on Sunday evening like that.