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Michael Cargill
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Avon calling
02/09/2012
Posted by on Hello! Susan here, your local Avon lady. Don’t worry if you don’t recognise me as I am used to that now. No-one ever sees me; it’s part of the Avon way. Late at night I will skulk my way up to your porch and drop the latest catalogue onto your doorstep – face down for dog owners, face up otherwise – before melting my way back into normal society… to wait. Next week I’ll be back at the same time, primed and ready to pounce on any filled-out forms. Oho, what’s this? Mr Sampson at number 56 wants a tea cosy? Watson, something is afoot!
Oh, Mr Sampson what happened? I’m more than familiar with your usual tastes – did you think this would fool me? Why, only last week I was hiding under the table as you ate dinner with your family. No, you didn’t see me because that’s the Avon way. I confess to having a spot of bother with your dog but I was forewarned by the catalogue being face up. As I peered and sniffed my way around under your house I couldn’t help but notice that you had used the purple Homer Simpson cheese grater for the cheese salad… and I shed a tear of joy.
Yes, for I well remember the day you ordered it way back in 2008 and I took a photocopy of the order form for prosperity’s sake. Order number AV1389-0A – look, it’s even tattooed onto my hand because that’s the Avon way. Last month I was watching as you sat on your dear lonesome in the pub. You ordered a Guinness and once again you failed to chastise the barman for not pouring it correctly… I wept for you. When you went to the toilet I approached your table and turned over your beer mat. I put it face up as you did not have your dog with you before remembering that you’re still a dog owner and turned it back over again. I battled with my inner self for days afterwards… such is the emotional price of having a philosophy.
Oh, Mr Sampson, how I adore thee.
My sister actually works in the corporate offices of AVON! haha! I’ll have to share this with her. By the way, I think Avon sales are up. The Avon philosophy must really be paying off.
Ha, brilliant! Did she work her way up from door-dropper?
God, I love this one. I wish my Avon lady would turn up and send me a bottle of Skin So Soft. She must know I need it by now.
Sister! Hurrah!
Glad you liked it but I reckon your local Avon lady is probably closer to you than you realise.
Everyone should take a gander at Middlest Sister’s blog by the way – it’s very interesting and original.
Okay, when reading the comments, it became clear that Avon is a sort of mail order. Right? I was just thinking that this is a creepy lady…
Yeah, the Avon people would post the catalogues through your door and if you wanted something you would fill in the order form and let the Avon dude collect it a week later.
“No, you didn’t see me because that’s the Avon way” ~ probably one of the greatest lines you’ve ever written.
Why thank you my dear Advantage.
I trust you are well?
Must warn the kids to check under their beds for monsters and Avon ladies
She already knows what you are getting for valentines.
“That’s the Avon way.” haha! I always thought Avon ladies were kind of cool ever since I saw Edward Scissor Hands. Wasn’t the mom an Avon lady in that? Plus, don’t they get pink cars to drive around in?
I think the Avon lady who used to come round here was an ogre in disguise. She was scarier than any man who had scissors for hands.
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I was once an Avon Lady #FACT
For 2 days – and that was one of my long term positions…
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