Negative Advertising

Although my door is adorned with signs asking not to be included in the myriad of junk mail that is frequently on offer, I often still get it, and if I am about at the time, I remind those responsible that I do not care for this particular type of letterbox invasion.

Generally, I am met with a lethargic response in a accent of foreign shores, and sometimes squeeze an apathetic apology from the unsuspecting canvasser. But today that all changed when I received a foul mouthed tirade from someone spreading the news of a pizza shop under new management.

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This time when I objected, I was met with some objectionable behaviour and what appeared to be the only English language our European friend knew and could pronounce, which was clearly not taught at a citizen class at evening school. Quite astounded I withdrew and returned indoors to review my options in response to this assault on my ears, the council, although sympathetic, could do little, the police recorded an incident under the public order act, but I expect to hear no more, and it was at this point I realised the enormity of this guys actions.

It had suddenly occurred to me that because of this attitude his whole day was a waste of time, no amount of posting leaflets will give you a return on bad manners, and for every shiny mailshot distributed there will be ten families that will hear from word and mouth of the poor staff choices made by this apparent fledgling company.

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2 thoughts on “Negative Advertising

  1. I am generally met with polite apathy when I manage to catch the leaflet deliverers and hand their leaflets back to them, telling them I don’t want them, fortunately I’ve never had a sweary incident. I do get very cross when I come home and find they’ve been in my absence and the bumf has only been stuffed halfway through the letterbox, especially in winter time when that means it’s letting warm air out of my house. I occasionally think about taking the leaflets back to the establishment they’re advertising and telling them what I think of them, then I realise it’s not worth the effort and just throw them into the recycling box with the rest.

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