No Solicitors!

Ugh, I hate it when solicitors come knocking on our door here at work. Actually, they don't knock, they just come right in. They're rarely selling anything we're interested in, but they always ask for one of our business cards "for their records," which means we'll probably have to field a follow-up call within a week.

Foy and I have talked about putting up a "No Soliciting" sign outside our door, but what we really mean is "No soliciting unless you have good food to give us," and we don't think Jim would approve that sign. So, we'll suffer the treatless solicitors and keep our fingers crossed that the next one through the door has cookies, or at least a coupon for free cookies.