Two salespeople (who will remain nameless but wear red shirts) interrupted my gardening today. I wish their company heads watched more Star Trek. At least then they might have reconsidered the red shirts. And if I weren't fighting the prickliest hedges in the yard, I would probably have thought of a more creative way to tell them I wasn't interested.
No I didn't. I'm too nice. "No" does not easily escape my lips, even though I use the term a lot more since having kids. I let them run their pitch and then I smiled politely and said, "Uh, I don't like making decisions on the spot. I would need to talk with my husband first."
Now a smart salesman would have translated that to "No." But not our two red shirts. "What time will your husband be home? Can we talk to him?" I love my husband. "Sure, you can talk to him," I replied, "He'll be home after 6...or 7." The two red shirts went happily on their way, promising to return later. I felt so sorry for them. Hubby has worked in customer service. He has thousands of ways to strongly verbalize "No."
So when I warned him and they returned after 7, Hubby quickly dispatched them with a warm smile and a firm no. They didn't even get to repeat their pitch! I like to let salesmen do their spiel. After all, the homeschooling mom in me wants them to have the chance to practice.