An Open Letter to Door to Door Sales People in NY

Dear Door to Door Sales People in NY,

Do you know that in the rest of the country, one would never go to the dentist, be IN the dental chair, mouth agape, and staring into the blinding white light only to have a random person off the street walk in and try to sell the dentist and patient jewelry? That would NEVER. HAPPEN.

Do you know that in the rest of the country, a woman would not have to stand at the receptionist counter in the pediatrician's office holding the world's heaviest baby in the world's heaviest baby carrier and wait while an Al Pacino look alike badgers the nursing and receptionist staff into buying a $10 pair of scrubs? And then have to wait an additional 5 minutes while he alternates between trying to make change for those purchasing and insulting those who are not? That would NEVER. HAPPEN.

Do you know that in the rest of the country, a man and his wife can enjoy a lovely, romantic meal in a pretty nice restaurant and not have some random Chinese guy from off the street come in and try to sell pirated DVD's to them at their table? That would NEVER. HAPPEN.

Do you know that in the rest of the country, a woman could get a pedicure at a day spa and not be interrupted by another random Chinese guy selling more pirated DVD's and have to wait while the nail technician stopped to peruse the inventory? That would NEVER. HAPPEN.

Did you know that in the rest of the country, a woman could peacefully shop in the diaper aisle at Target and not be approached by a sketchy dude who looks like the love child of Ray Charles and Bob Marley (if that were possible) trying to sell her knock-off Gucci purses from a garbage bag? That would NEVER. HAPPEN.

That is all.

L.