I Am So Popular

I am popular.


So, very popular.


People are always ringing my door bell, wanting to talk to me.


Others are calling me constantly. In fact, I get at least three calls a day by someone with a broken English accent asking for who I can only assume is "Meester or Meeses Tem-Templetonne."


Perhaps I would enjoy my popularity if it wasn't always in regards to getting my eaves or ducts cleaned, saving so much percentage on my phone bill or credit cards, or whether I am interested in moving and need the services of a realtor.


And the visitors who come to my door just might be more appreciated if they weren't carrying "The Watch Tower" magazine and giving me a sermon about how important families are when I have a screaming baby in my arms, a car load of groceries in the car, a dog running out the door and two boys jumping on my furniture.


Yes, I am popular. But only to solicitors.


It's to the point where I shudder to answer the phone. As soon as I say "Hello?" and hear that pause, I know what is coming.


"May I speak with Meester or Messes?"


"No. We're not interested."

"You have been selected to receive . . . "


Click.


My favourite visit though was by an energy salesman who asked as I opened the door carrying my baby on my hip,


"Hello, is your mother here?"


"No, I'm sorry she lives in Calgary. What do you need her for?"


Is it just me, or do I have an over-abundance of solicitors trying to get my business? It's quite ridiculous.