I looked on Ebay but didn't find much. Anyone know where to find some "classy" looking ones to post near the front door of a home?? I need a sign quick. I think I am going to have to shoot the next solicitor that comes by at 8pm, rings my bell and wakes up my kid.
get a rabid dog and chain him to your front door... if not see if see if MacBeth will sit on your porch and talk them away
A small sign (like an index card) by the doorbell advising/requesting no ringing because of a "sleeping baby" is very common around here. Penalty for ignoring request is an evening of babysitting and one cancelled order of whatever they were selling!
Well, I have a dog, although not rabid. Here is the chain reaction: 8pm - 9pm Solicitor rings door bell Dog barks Codell ignores solicitor hoping he will just go away Solicitor rings door bell again just in case I didn't hear Dog barks even more Codell waves to the guy at the door telling him to go away Solicitor somehow mistakes the "wave" as encouragement to ring the bell again Codell gets up, in his boxer shorts, without his shirt on (Codell is 6'1'' and about 250 with a beer gut from hell) and goes to the door Codell opens door and before he can berate the salesman, salesman starts with his "speech" Codell slams door in his face Salesman, amazingly, rings the door bell again, thinking that my slaming the door in his face with a pissed off look might just have been a mistake Dog is barking his head off Baby wakes up screaming
Woman makes it big selling ‘no soliciting’ signs door- to-door! SHE MAKES OVER $1,000,000 A YEAR! Last year Cherry Chapman, a door-to-door saleswoman, made over $1,000,000 selling "NO SOLICITING" signs. Cherry stated, "Selling the signs is a piece of cake! Each week I go to a new city, and just start knocking on doors. It's that simple!" Cherry thinks her success is due to a couple of reasons. "I've got a winning sales pitch with a winning product. It's as simple as that." Explaining the pitch, Cherry said, "I knock on someone's door, tell them about my great product, and if they're not interested, I thank them and say 'goodbye'. I wait ten seconds and do the same thing again. This time they're usually not as polite and they might even slam the door in my face. And again, I wait ten seconds then knock. The third time they answer I just hold up the NO SOLICITING sign and say, 'Look. If you had a NO SOLICITING sign posted at your door you could kick me out and legally I couldn't bother you anymore. Works every time!" Cherry says she has no problem selling the signs for as much as $5 when they usually retail for $1 in stores. "Yep, when I get to a new town the first thing I do is hit all the local department and hardware stores and I make sure that I buy up all the NO SOLICITING signs. That way, if someone says they can get the same sign for just a buck, I say 'no you can't.' When they ask why they can't, I simply say, 'because I already bought them all for a buck. Now they're five bucks! Sometimes I get a special kick out of letting them see the $1 price tag on the sign. You know, just to rub-it-in!" Cherry feels as long as there is a house without a posted NO SOLICITING sign she will be in business. "It's a win-win situation… and I'm winning."
The question is, if you actually bought and posted a No Soliciting sign, would the same determined salesmen that continue to ring your bell after you slam the door in their face pay any attention to it?
Classy: Answer the door with your wiener sticking out of your fly and say, "Are you selling mustard?"
A month or two ago I answered the door around 8:30pm on a Friday night to meet a pair of intelligent and earnest young men trying to convert my Irish-Catholic ass into becoming a Mormon. Because of (ahem, sorry if this offends anyone, and it will) certain facial features that I 'boast,' I usually am able to scare types like this off by telling them that I am Jewish. This time around, I told the Mormons that Chad Ford and Terry Brown were, in fact, Mormon. Apropos of nothing, and the God's-honest truth. They, well, they were taken aback. They slowly slunked away from my doorstep and thanked me for my time. Two weeks ago I saw the same guys stumbling around town with full beards, their dinner in a paper sack, and an unfortunate look of resignation on their face.
