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A traveling salesman trudges along a suburban street, tired but determined…
He’s been knocking on doors all morning, giving his pitch with varying degrees of success – mostly failure.
Adjusting his tie, he approaches the next house and knocks confidently…
The door swings open to reveal a woman who looks as though she’s just had the worst day of her life.
Before the salesman can even get a word out, she cuts him off with a glare that could peel paint off a wall…
“Whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying,” she snaps, her voice like a crack of thunder.
She doesn’t even give him a chance to say a single word about his revolutionary new vacuum cleaner, which, in his opinion, could change her life…
With a dramatic flourish, she slams the door shut – or at least, she tries to.
But instead of that satisfying thud, there’s a curious bounce…
The door springs right back open, as if it’s attached to a rubber band.
The woman’s eyes narrow suspiciously. She’s not going to be outdone by some sneaky door-to-door huckster!…
Surely, the salesman has wedged his foot in the door, refusing to take “no” for an answer.
Fueled by sheer annoyance, she grabs the door handle and uses every ounce of frustration from her day to slam the door again…
But once more, the door bounces back open, almost playfully, as if mocking her efforts…
The salesman is still standing there, now with a bewildered expression.
The woman, cheeks flushed with a mix of confusion and fury, is now convinced that this cheeky salesman is trying to pull a fast one…
“Oh, you think you’re clever, huh?” she mutters under her breath, winding up for one final slam that would make a sumo wrestler proud.
Just as she’s about to unleash the slam of the century, the salesman holds up his hands, wide-eyed…
“Ma’am, wait!” he pleads, his voice urgent but polite.
The woman pauses mid-slam, glaring at him like he’s the cause of all her problems…
With a weary sigh, the salesman points downward and says…
“You might want to move your cat.”
