The doorbell rang and I let an exasperated sigh that sounded more like a growl, it just better not be that man again. It was the mailman and he had a package. I took the small box and went in putting it down with out even opening it. I was still too frustrated. He had been some college bum selling event tickets, so he had said, which is fine. I had tried to be nice and listen to his little speech about how these were the best priced tickets available and it for a good cause and all. Then when I saw he was more or less done I politely said I wasn’t interested. "That’s okay I understand" he said and went on with a second stream of selling ploys, I tried to interrupt but he only held up a hand and said, "I know what you are thinking," and went on as earnest as ever. I finally raised my voice over his and said very emphatically that I’m not interested but he wouldn’t have it and with his big stupid smile he launched on telling how it's such a great need and how I must help them and their cause. He was a bulletproof salesman from hell I tell you. I kept shaking my head but with each turn of my head just rambled on more and faster. I all but screamed 'I not buying any' but that didn’t stop him either. Finally so frustrated I thought I was going harm him I slammed the door in his face. He stood there looking at it then said, "I guess you don’t want any, huh?"