Had a couple of these aholes trying to sell me pest control, saying my neighbor had rats and if I didn't buy their package, they wouldn't be able to get rid of the rats for my neighbors. They convinced my elderly neighbor to sign up for some $140 a month pest control with the same BS story. F these salespeople and their manipulative tactics.






Particulary solar. I have a no soliciting sign and one time I asked a woman via camera 'did you see the sign behind you?'...she steps back, takes a look and then says with a straight face, "i'm not selling anything, I'm just making appointments'. F outa here, you're guilty by association. Get off my property!


THIS they completely ignore the no soliciting sign and say they’re not trying to sell anything just giving “information”


If I see them holding a flyer or a clipboard I don’t answer the door. They never take no for an answer and I have to shut the door in their face to get them to leave. I hate it.


New Yorkers love door to door salesmen


This is a lie. Lol


Ayyyyeee Liam! Fuck you, quit coming to my house.


these assholes are a nuisance for WFH. They never just say things plainly. here’s your script to follow: are you with the county? are you with my community/HOA? are you here to talk about my immortal soul? if they can’t answer yes to any of them, then just shut the door in their face because they want your money. i can never politely get them to take no for an answer, it’s always one more thing with these guys.


Just don't answer the door


then they come back again 🙃


Maybe but it's just as easy for me to ignore them the second time as well.


Some might say im a pro at not answering my door to random people.


you answer your Ring doorbell "bing bong, fuck yo life!"


Then they’re just riling up the dogs and making it even worse. I usually just open, step outside with the laptop on hand, and say “hey guys, sorry. I’m in the middle of my work day, and the baby is trying to sleep. The knocking is driving the dogs insane. I’m not interested, thank you.” And then I don’t give them a response and step back inside and shut the door. Works just fine.


Some, like Ecoshield, will wait until you come to the door.


That's gonna be a real long day for them. I'll stare at them through the window from my office too. IDGAF. I do this all the time.


So true about them not taking no for an answer until you have to be rude about it


This. Inevitably they knock when I'm in a meeting, the dogs goes nuts, everything goes to shit. I added "do not knock" and a big ol' "no soliciting" sign to the front door that has helped reduce the interruptions.


i’m gonna have to invest in some


Showing up at homes in Florida in a mets hat is not too smart.


I was going to say this exact thing. He tries to sound like he's this shark who can scout a house and determine exactly how to approach it. Meanwhile, he's wearing a hat that will turn a massive amount of people off.


Pete Alonso is a Florida guy


Does he sell scams door to door?


The mets aren’t a Florida team.


No but their star first baseman was a Florida Gator is what I’m saying.


I tell them I’m a renter, works every time.




This makes sense. I've lived in several cities across a few states and I've never had people come to my door like I do here. If someone knocks on my door, if it's not someone I know, I'm not answering. I don't care if they see me looking out the window, there is zero reason for me to answer for anyone I don't know. The few times I have I always regret it whether it's a sales person or some weirdo asking to power wash, cut my trees, mow my lawn...


I just don't answer the door


I hate them all so much. A winter project I am working on is adding a new sprinkler head and have it pointing at my front door. That way when these jerks wake me up, I work a GY shift, even though I got multiple signs up saying not to, I can then just hit my app to turn my sprinklers on and drench them. You don’t want to respect me well I’m not going to respect you.


Fuck your pay wall




But Liam, 22, remembered being advised to abandon his dreams before. A coach once told him he’d absolutely never play college basketball. After that he practiced free throws late into the night and, later, played for Long Island University. He stepped off his flight to Orlando last year with $80 in his account and moved into an apartment with seven other door-to-door reps. The pressure was incredible. “I lost a ton of weight,” he said, “and not in a good way.” He made a sale — “served a family” as they call it in the biz — on days one, two, four and five. They didn’t all come so easily, but he studied videos of the world’s best door-to-door reps in action and learned to be “a chameleon,” matching each potential customer’s energy. He knocked on thousands of doors. People would greet him with the finger, with an f-bomb, with their buck-naked body. One grumpy man held a shotgun. Liam complimented the weapon, sold him a system and then drank one of the guy’s Busch Lights with him to celebrate. He was asking people to make a major purchase, he knew, but he learned to believe in what he saw as helping families break free of utility companies — not through convincing them, but by “having conversations.” The money was fantastic. Reps make around $1,000 to $4,000 on a deal. He bought the Tesla, got matching chains for him and his brothers and great Knicks seats for his parents. It was the kind of stuff they didn’t have when Liam was growing up, even after the family upgraded from a tiny Queens apartment to a house on Long Island. “We moved there and all of a sudden my new friends had money,” he said. “People all around us had money, but we still didn’t. I was like, what is a country club?” That stayed with him. Now he’s looking to invest in real estate. He’s investing in his own app to help door-to-door reps, and another for restaurant menus. At Spartan Solar, he progressed from appointment-setter to closer to the top rep in his office to running the fledgling Tampa office. Most days, he still hits the streets to sell. • • • On a typical day, Liam wakes in his Westshore apartment beneath an artwork titled “Farewell to Anger,” beside a bookshelf holding “No Excuses!” “Pitch Anything” and “Secrets of Closing the Sale,” within view of a dry-erase board reading “first house by June 2023,” “20 Etherium, 1 Bitcoin, 30 Solana,” and “capital, invest, repeat.” He used to feel resentful and a little anxious. He read in “The Happiness Advantage” that he’d never be happy in life until he learned to be happy in the moment and he wouldn’t love others until he loved himself. He takes a cold shower, works out, eats oatmeal, showers again. He drives to a nondescript business park and unlocks a nondescript office that smells strongly of new carpet.


Ten sportily dressed, immaculately groomed men arrive, only 16, the oldest few in their mid-20s. They play cornhole as electronic dance music blares through a Bluetooth speaker. Liam sips sugar-free Red Bull, kills the lights and leads them in a Wim Hof breathing exercise of deep, rhythmic exhalations. He stands under a blood-red logo splashed on the wall reading “300,” as in the epic film about hopelessly outnumbered warriors valiantly battling invaders. He talks about “milking the turf,” “re-knocks,” “question-based selling” and the “10 pillars of solar.” He tells the reps to share what they’re thankful for and set a goal. The people in this room … Three families served by Thanksgiving … Two quality conversations this week … Pay for my knee surgery … Buy my mom a better house. The job is not for everyone. People come and go. “It’s constant rejection,” Liam said. “But if you push through that, you can do anything.” The people who try it are maybe a little lost, a little restless, big dreamers. Often, it seems, they’ve been through something, like a crushing breakup or the death of someone close. Colton Johnston, 19, left South Dakota for Tampa two months ago after learning about solar sales online. So far he has served five families. He met Marcos Fuentes-Rodriguez, 16, at the gym and brought him in. Fuentes-Rodriguez, who was in his first week, said he was considering leaving high school for the job. Brennan Farr, 19, said he’d left community college in upstate New York six months ago to come work for Spartan. “It’s all people like me,” Liam said of his team. “People who don’t come from a lot.” They grow close, especially when they “blitz,” which is when a bunch of them rent an Airbnb in another city and relentlessly knock on doors for days on end. Most of them live together, study sales techniques together, go out to dinner and replay their interactions on the doorsteps together. Their support for each other, Liam said, goes way beyond work stuff. “Alright, love you,” Liam said to one of the guys as he left to hit his territory for the day. A tally of everyone’s sales for the past eight months hung on an office wall. Liam was at the top, with 60. He knows how fast you can lose your spot. When he played college ball, the university consolidated its campuses, eliminating his Division II team in favor of a single Division I squad. He’d already struggled with injuries. He got offers, but just like that, he never played again. • • • The agitated woman with the crossed arms was inching back toward her door, seemingly ready to bail. Liam pointed out a Navy license plate on a car in the driveway. “My sister is in the Navy,” the woman said. “OK, well, thank you for your service, and happy Veterans Day,” he said. “Fun fact, I’ve had a relative in every American war, dating back to the Revolution.” Something softened, ever so slightly. “Can I ask, why’d you choose TECO?” he said. Arms uncrossed. “It’s the only option.” “Right, and given they’re a monopoly they raise the rates and you can’t do anything,” Liam continued. “Air conditioning is a necessity in Florida, right? ... We just want to get you down to a fixed rate, so you’re not basically paying a second car payment for electricity.” This earned a smile, a nod, and even her name, Alex. Though ultimately Alex gave him another blow-off. “Just give me your card.” He convinced her to take his eco-friendly “digital business card,” delivered via text, opening a new line of communication. Liam knocked on more doors. He got renters, aggressive people, confused people, people who pretended they weren’t home. “It’s raining, it’s almost Friday night, I don’t know,” he said, back at the wheel of the Tesla, sounding a bit discouraged. “I can’t even get a conversation going.” Of course not. Nobody thinks they want a salesperson at their door. Liam knows that. Who would make a major purchase this way? He pulled into a Wawa to use the bathroom and his iPhone buzzed with a text. It was Alex. She wanted him to come back and sit down with her and her mom to talk it through. Liam smiled. That’s who.


Fuck your attitude




I get these folks in my neighborhood all the time because I live in an affluent neighborhood without a gate or guardhouse, so I’m sure we are targeted because of that mix of factors


Meh, even with a gate they wait for someone to open it and then tailgate in.


My husband let one of these people in our home to use the bathroom. I had to give him a lecture on not letting strangers into our home. Sometimes I wonder how he’s made it this far in life with so little common sense.


Support quality local newspapers. They will disappear if not. Don’t say “ads”, they don’t even come close.


Sales guy here. Not D2D, but B2B. Wow, the hate for salespeople is real.


Most of the hate is for B2C.