The Avon War

I had my Avon order delivered at home last night. I don’t buy much or too often. Beauty products and me don’t go together. But I still bought from time to time to support the couple who were doing it, whom we got to talk to from time to time and were quite nice.

So I had my order delivered and was told that this was going to be the last time from them, because they have been told to keep off my road from another Avon lady who has just started doing it and happens to live in my street.

I thought it was quite mean.. “Keep off my road”, it sounds so menacing, like in the good old gangster films. I can imagine the new Avon lady approaching the old couple in a dark and mysterious way, cigarette in mouth, at dusk, and talking in whispers… “Keep off my road or you two will have it“…

Well, I don’t care much about Avon and the new lady can stick her catalogues through her back side, but I have decided that she has pissed me off by shooing the other ones away in that manner, and I’m never going to order again. Not that I was a loyal customer to start with, but I won’t be giving her my money full stop.

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