<p>So I&#39;m home alone for the first time in a week, blissfully, happily alone.&#0160; I&#39;m still in my bathrobe, The Boy&#39;s asleep, and the breakfast dishes are still on the table.&#0160; The Husband is dropping off his parents at the airport and I&#39;m seriously bummed that after my weeklong performance as a The Daughter-In-Law I have nothing to tell you (I&#39;ll spare you stories of my week answering questions like &quot;why don&#39;t they sell tea at Boston Harbor?&quot;) when I hear a knock at the front door.</p>

<p>No one ever knocks at the door, except for the UPS man and he knocks and runs, so I was surprised when I went out to the foyer and saw a shadow through the window at the front door (we live in an old 1919 house that used to be grand at one point, but is decidedly less so now.&#0160; But it still has a heavy outside door with a brass knocker and an inside door with a doorbell.&#0160; Our friends know to ring the bell so I&#39;m always suspicious when someone uses the old knocker).</p>

<p>When I pulled the curtain, I saw a ridiculous looking man in a very bad troupee.</p>

<p>&quot;Fuller Brush Man&quot; he says.</p>

<p>&quot;Excuse me?&quot;&#0160; Is he kidding me?&#0160; What is this, <a href="http://tv.msn.com/movies/movie.aspx?m=475167">1948</a>?</p>

<p>&quot;I&#39;m the Fuller Brush Man&quot; he repeated, and then added helpfully &quot;I sell Fuller Brushes.&quot;&#0160; Duh.&#0160; I&#39;m starting to feel like a <a href="http://www.rareads.com/scans1/27832.jpg">50&#39;s housewife</a> (but with better hair and a blog, if I do say so myself).</p>

<p>Then I noticed that he wasn&#39;t wearing a uniform or even a <a href="http://www.norsic.com/ax1fuller.html">fedora</a>.&#0160; He also didn&#39;t have a suitcase or anything.&#0160; It was just this weird guy in a tan windbreaker.&#0160; </p>

<p>I had to bitch slap myself away from 1956 and back into 2006.&#0160; When people don&#39;t sell things door to door because, really, who buys toilet brushes from men who show up at your door in strange toupees?&#0160; Hasn&#39;t he ever heard of Target?&#0160; <br /> </p>

<p>&quot;I&#39;m not interested.&#0160; Sorry.&quot;&#0160; <br /> </p>

<p>&quot;What?&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;Goodbye!&quot;</p>



<p>I slammed the inside door and didn&#39;t even think to see if he got in his car.&#0160; So now I&#39;m all paranoid that this man was just casing the neighborhood, or even worse, looking for people that are home in the middle of the day for God know what reason.&#0160; Because he couldn&#39;t simply be trying to sell brushes door-to-door, could he?&#0160; Isn&#39;t that sad?</p>

<p>I&#39;m expecting the Avon Lady to come calling any minute now.</p>

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