Trust no one?
... cross posted from our sister site, 50-Something Moms Blog.
The young man ringing our doorbell looked clean-cut and harmless enough. Opening the door, I assumed he was one of my son's friends and greeted him with a smile.
“I’m selling magazine subscriptions to help pay for my college tuition,” he began, racing through his spiel and waving a laminated brochure in my face. “Your neighbor Michael told me to stop by. I grew up in this neighborhood,” he added, motioning toward another street, which he named correctly. This kid had done his homework. We do have a neighbor named Michael — but our Michael would never tell a solicitor to drop by and pitch magazine subscriptions. Smelling a scam, I said no and quickly shut the door.