Some of the really geeky readers might know the book I’m clumsily referencing with that title, but this is really just something humorous that just happened…
-Guy came to the door while I was working in the shop, selling stuff. I hate door to door salesmen, unless they look like Willy Loman. This guy looked like a 22 year old punk.
-It transpires (as he shouts to make himself understood over my blasting opera music) that he is selling home security systems.
-I ask why he is standing so far away from the front door of the house.
-He answers “I am terrified of your dog” (Pele is growling and barking like a maniac, as usual).
-I laugh and walk back into the shop.