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Betrayed By the Big One

October 29, 2009

I rarely answer the front door.   I admit it.  If I don’t know you when I look through the peep hole I am not opening the door. Generally if it’s someone I know I will open the door, unless I am really tired or wearing PJs.  Then I might not.

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The one exception to the “if I know you rule” is the Schwan’s man.  I love Schwan’s products.   I really do, but they are a bit pricey. So right before the Husband left, I stocked up on some of our favorites and then I “fired” the Schwan’s man.   It was nothing personal.   I just knew that food consumption would go down and we are trying to save some money.

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I told him we would start the service back up when the Husband returns.

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Well times are tough and the Schwan’s man works on commission.

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So yesterday the doorbell rang.   I looked through the peep hole, saw the Schwan’s man and in an attempt to avoid the whole sales thing, I didn’t open the door.   Little did I know that as soon as I went back into the kitchen to finish what I was doing, the Big One climbed up on the step stool, pulled back the blinds on the window next to the door and started waving to the Schwan’s man.

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Extremely proud of herself, she then ran into the kitchen and announced, “I saw the Schwan’s man!!”  Now he knew we were home, what was I going to do?

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He said he wanted to make sure I had a copy of the new catalog with all the holiday stuff in it (yes, I purchased a lot of peppermint ice cream last year!).   And, of course wanted to make sure we didn’t need anything since he was, “in the neighborhood.”

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Damn kid, I’m taking the $50 I spent out of her college fund!

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. October 29, 2009 1:20 pm

    It gets worse as they get older – I used to keep mine contained in the family room (pretty far from the front door) and had them well trained to ignore the doorbell. Now that we are homeschooling, we are closer to the door & they are generally too noisy to “pretend” we aren’t home. And they’ve gotten used to the neighborhood kids coming to the door, but aren’t so good at paying attention to the time, so if someone knocks before 3:30 it’s not a kid (they are in school) but unless I’m right there to stop them they run straight to the window to look.

  2. Laura permalink
    November 2, 2009 11:07 am

    I don’t have a Schwann’s man, and now I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing… What am I missing?

  3. fixitmommy permalink*
    November 5, 2009 1:24 pm

    Oh Laura! There is so much goodness from the Schwan’s man. We usually stick with the “bad” stuff… ice cream and appetizers and snacks. Their meals are okay. But I can make better for cheaper. Their meats are way over priced, so we never get them.

  4. schwansguy permalink
    December 9, 2009 10:43 pm

    I’m a Schwan’s guy, and here is my favorite story. A kid, probably about 4?, answers the door, sees me, and then turns around and yells down the stairs “MOM, THE DAMN SCHWAN MAN’S HERE!!!!”

    I wonder how many times I had been called the “damn” Schwan man before that? 🙂

    We have tons of “goodness”!! And we are not all high pressure sales people. If you get one of those, fire him until you see a new guy.

  5. fixitmommy permalink*
    December 10, 2009 8:37 am

    Oh my gosh! That is awesome! Thank you for making me laugh out loud this morning! Our guy is alright. He’s definitely not the worst we’ve had for high-pressure. In my 10 year love of Schwan’s, I have never referred to any of you as the “damn Schwan’s man!” {I’ve heard my dad say it though!}

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