Gllen and Money

I think this may need to be the format for all my future blog posts! I am obsessed!

Solicitations

Unless I know a friend is coming over, if someone knocks on our door, I pretty much refuse to answer. Its something that scares me... So I make Gllen do it.

Friday afternoon, there was a particularly confident knock on our door, which Gllen went to answer. I was laying on the couch, with a perfect view of Gllen, but unable to see the person beyond the threshold.

It was some girl, who immediately jumped into a speech, in a crazy loud voice that left no opportunity for interruption. Gllen was held hostage. The only time she strayed from her obviously rehearsed pitch was to tell Gllen that he was not very good at making eye contact, but then launched back into her speech.

After about two minutes of Gllen standing there getting verbally assaulted whilst staring at the floor, he interrupted the brassy lady and said, "What is this? Are you asking for money or something?"

She responded "Let me show you my letter of recommendation..."

Gllen rephrased his original question, "So....are you asking for money? What is going on here?"

By this point, I'm stifling my laughter into a pillow. The woman responds, "I'm not asking for a hand-out. I'm asking for a hand-up."

Gllen is unphased. He states, "So, you want money."

She doesn't know quite how to respond, and after a pause, I hear her squeak out meekly, "A hand-up?"

At this, Gllen takes action. He barely finishes saying "Yah, I'm not interested in giving you money." before he shuts the door on her face and retreats to his office.