No Flyer Zone

[stoutfellow]

Just now, a door-to-door solicitor stopped by and handed me a flyer about a carpet-cleaning promotion. Standing there in my bathrobe, blocking off the dogs with my feet, I said (as one does), "I'll keep it in mind." He nodded, wished me a good day, and took the flyer back - thereby insuring that any hypothetical keeping-in-mind would be entirely fruitless.

Perhaps he recognized my insincerity.