Desperate College Student

Who goes door to door selling books anymore? Well, apparently some still do. This morning before I had even opened my eyes from my restful nights sleep, I was awakened by a loud banging noise. My eyes popped open, I sat up straight, and realizing the house was still dark and the kids were still fast asleep, I lay back down and decided I must have dreamed it. Then another loud "bang, bang, bang!!!" My eyes popped open again, and my second thought was maybe a neighborhood kid, looking for someone to play with besides the roosters! I didn't know, but I certainly thought they'd go away when they saw that the house was still dark and nobody stirring about. And then it happened again..."Bang, Bang, Bang!", and this time it ticked me off! I threw the covers off of my half dressed self, hair sticking up, my pin dot eyes, and I went to the door thinking, "Whoever this is, they're going to be sorry they about broke my front door in!" I opened the door just far enough to stick my neck out, and there stood Minnie Mouse(not really Minnie Mouse), on my front door step, holding a bag of books. She squeaked out that she was a college student from Texas, and then had the audacity to ask me if she woke me up.(Nah! I slept right through you busting my door down.) I smiled...that's all I could do...because I wasn't dare going to open my mouth! At this point you'd think she would have said she would come back later. But no...she went on with her spill about her educational books and about how they were a great tool for the kids homework and Blah, Blah, Blah. Her words ran together as I envisioned my picture in the paper with the heading..."Outraged woman with some serious anger problems hurls college student off front porch ...by the hair...kicks her across the yard, as she's yelling..."If you ever beat on my door again before daylight, I'll throw you back to Texas with my bare hands!!!" I smiled at the thought!
She goes on and on, and then...here's the kicker...She plops herself down on my top step and opens the bag. Tells me if I'll just come out and have a seat,(she pats the space beside her) she'll explain all about the books. It was then I opened my mouth and very politely told her I wasn't interested in the books. She said, "oh, o.k. then, let me just pack my stuff back up and I'll be on my way." I watched as she gathered her books,scads of paper with name and numbers , testimonials from people that tried it and loved it,(from pre internet times to be sure...) and it was then a pang of guilt washed over me. Here's this student trying to earn money to pay her way through school. That could be one of mine one day I suppose. But seriously, ticking people off is not the route you should take if you want their money, right? I watched as she tripped back to her car that was parked on the street, and I went and made some coffee. There was no going back to bed now. My adrenaline had slowed just enough to drink a cup and recall the last fifteen minutes of my weird morning.
Oh, and no pictures of this event--thank goodness.)