So today started off pretty okay! We headed to Salado for a playdate after picking up donuts at Shipley's and dropping off stuff at Goodwill. Well it was pretty good minus noting that some idiot had rifled through my trash again. Oh I'm sure those large black plastic bags were enticing. Thanks so much jerk for tearing holes in them, pulling out junk and then not putting it back. UGH. These are the days that I really hate living here. I have never lived anywhere that people take license to go through stuff left on the curb. The first time I experienced this here was right after we moved. I guess the idea that I might actually have the pair to the missing shoe was too much for the lady that she felt compelled to knock on my door to ask. So yes, I guess I knew people were nuts about the trash here, but seriously people. I don't leave good stuff on the curb. I donate it to charity, give it to friends or recycle it. PLEASE STOP MAKING A MESS OUT OF MY TRASH!
So after the playdate the kids were tired, we came home and had lunch and the boys took a nap. I hear the doorbell and go to the door to see a lady waving as I opened. I was confused. She acted like I knew her. I am pretty good with names and I rarely forget a face. This lady was someone I had never seen before. I am sure I looked puzzled when she asked if I was the owner of the home. I told her NO and she asked when they would be back. Me, then even more confused told her that I wasn't sure since this was a rental. She then told me that she was here for ME. ME? I questioned. Yes, me. She was doing all the "moms" on my street a favor and offering a free carpet cleaning of 2 rooms in my house. She was with the new Kirby office here in Killeen. I told her kindly that NO thank you, I had just had my carpets steam cleaned by Stanley Steemer less than a month ago. I also told her that I was an owner of an Electrolux vacuum and that I certainly wasn't on the market for a new vacuum today. She then asked if I had tile. Well, my tile is a mess right now and she offered to clean that. I hate scrubbing it on my hands and knees so I agreed. (Okay everyone tell me I am idiot now because obviously I fell for it hook, line and sinker.) So she asks me to pick up the major stuff off the floor and that they would be back.
About 20 minutes goes by and no one came back. I went outside to look and there was no one to be seen. HUH? So I figured whatever. I had told her that I owned a decent vacuum and maybe she changed her mind. Just as I had about given up of anyone returning, 2 gentlemen show up with the Kirby in the box. They come in and introduce themselves. The one guy tells me that "CHRIS" was going to be the one getting down to the nitty gritty and that he would be back later. So I endure the presentation. It was a poor presentation at best. Weak as tea steeped for about 2 seconds. It was pretty hard to swallow, but I endured the first few minutes and just thought that the guy was pretty green. Well that was until he started in on how "blackk ladies" talk to him. HUH? It was pretty unprofessional to talk about other clients in the first place, but to make a comment about their color was horrifying to me. He continues on fumbling with his gadgets and then says something about how he's going to make more discs of dirt by rubbing two or more together and dumping dirt from one to another so that he can have his set "quota of discs" for his boss to see upon his return. SO YOU ARE A CHEATER AND A LIAR salesperson is the ALARM that goes off in my head. What are you trying to cheat me out of was all I could think and I was still appalled at his "black lady" comment. So on with the droning presentation that I have started to tune out and I have started paying more attention to how bad of a saleperson this dude is. He tells me about the death of his daughter and how it's his aunt's fault because she was "doing adult stuff with a black guy." (He said this with the most condescending tone.) Not only was the story making me uncomfortable, but why bring up the racist stuff again? He then segues into "Will your husband be mad if I am here?" HUH? What does my husband have to do with your being here. Stupid ME let you into the house. Stupid ME pays the bill and NO my husband lets me handle myself since I am pretty much a big girl and can handle the household, but thanks for asking... UGH.
This horrible presentation continues. He's a little disturbed that his vacuum isn't getting up as much "black stuff" as he thought and he couldn't quite figure out if his Kirby was doing better than my Electrolux. He then decides he's got enough fabricated dirty discs and asks to use MY PHONE to make a long distance phone call since he can't afford his own. Seriously dude! You can't afford a "GO PHONE" and you want to use mine? Well, I really want him to clean my tile like he promised and he doesn't know how since he's not been shown that part so he needs to call this Regional dude. I really just want to get this horrible experience over with so I agree to let him call. He calls. Regional Dude answers and says he's on his way. "CHRIS" continues to lay out his dirty discs on my carpet in a display fashion and I am praying that this tile cleaning goes quickly.
So Regional dude shows up and shows CHRIS how to clean the tile. He then asks me if I am ready to purchase this fine product and I tell him that he has an OKAY product, but that there was NO WAY that I was going to purchase anything from a DISHONEST, RACIST, CHAUVANISTIC, unsure of himself salesperson and I outline every single event above. THEY QUIT trying to sell me anything. So Regional Guy tells the "CHRIS" guy to finish the tile. He gets about 1/3 finished and conveniently RUNS OUT OF CLEANER. SERIOUSLY, just GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.
So I tell him to just pack up and move on. He does so, but neglects to dispose of the dirty discs until after he packs up his machine and leaves my carpet in a mess that I have to vacuum myself.
UGH.
MORAL of THIS STORY. KIRBY SUCKS and not in the great vacuum kind of way. PLEASE take HEED and DO NOT LET them enter your home. DO NOT FALL FOR THE LINE. LEARN FROM ME AND MY STUPID IDEA THAT I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SCRUB THE TILE.
Oh and by the way, the tile that was cleaned was still sticky in the places that I saw them go over. It wasn't clean.
