Pissed off!

Another salesperson at my door. I only opened the door because I thought he was here to fix the telephone, as one of our neighbours have had some problems previously. But it wasn't a telephone repair man, it was a telephone sales man.

That is not enough to raise my temper though. What did it was the way he talked to me when he heard that I wasn't Swiss German. Let me give you some examples:

"I am sure husband will no be mad if you make cheaper subscription."

"You tell husband that we are cheaper, ok? Then I am sure husband will be happy."

WHAT THE HELL? I do not speak the language fluently, but I am not an imbecile. The worst part is that I didn't open my mouth to ask him to speak properly!! It's only afterward that I realized I should have told him "Why you speak baby-talk to me? I no speak perfect German, but me not stupid." BAH!

Why do some people assume that a broken language means lack of intelligence? Or that an Asian looking person means mail-order bride?

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Updated the Verdante's front page. Have spent the last two days with shop related stuff and some Danish-English translations. I really enjoy working for myself. It's just such a pleasure.

C went bowling with the guys, and I taught him that! Bowling, I mean - not going out with the guys, so I have the whole evening to myself. Soaking in the bathtub with a book is a high priority option.

Temper is much better now. Despite one salesman at my door at four on the phone. Tomorrow I'm going to figure out how to mark my name in the phone book, so that we can at least avoid the telephone sellers.

Cats are sleeping.