Or something like that. Yesterday the doorbell rang. About the only people who ring it are my son, my brother or the fuel man. But none of them were standing on my porch when I opened the door.
A man I had never seen before, hair neatly combed and dressed in a pin striped short sleeved shirt and navy slacks, introduced himself and said, "I was just passing by and thought I'd stop in. ( Passing by??? I live out on a dirt road to nowhere. You don't just pass by). "You have a birthday coming up," he said.
"Who are you and how do you know that," I asked. He was an insurance salesman and "they" let him know about upcoming 65th birthday people. What. Big brother is alive and well! I had been warned that I might receive phone calls and/or letters from insurance people but not in person visits.
What is it about becoming 65 that suddenly makes you prey to all the salesmen vultures out there?? Do they assume you are addled? Personally, I hang up on unsolicited phone calls from people I don't know. It may be rude but that's the way it is. If I want insurance or anything else I will call people and inquire about it.
Ah well, I guess it's just another adventure on life's road. At least I didn't catch his nose in the door when I slammed it. (Just kidding).