| | | Doorbell rang the other day and the dog went nuts pretending to be vicious barking dog. When I opened the door, there was a guy in a suit standing there -- I think the dog thought freaks out when it sees a man in a tie, let alone a suit since I (and none of my friends here) wear ties, jackets or suits unless there's a wedding or funeral, and sometimes not even then, if it's a Samoan funeral, which is quite popular in this neck of north county.
Anyways, the guy pressed the doorbell button so hard, it stuck in (depressed), causing the doorbell to buzz instead of ring after the initial bell peel -- which further excited the dog.
I backed back into the house letting the screen door close -- rude, but didn't want the dog attacking a random stranger despite his two faux pas in my dog's opinion.
He introduces himself as a new neighbor -- turns out "neighbor" to him meant within a couple miles of our house. He was going door to door introducing himself to all of his new "neighbors." He handed me a card and brochure identifying himself as an Edward Jones "account executive." Cue eyerolling.
He started asking me all sorts of questions about my investments and retirement, etc. I gave very vague answers, which must have led him to believe I was a rube. So he asked if I'd like to get some recommendations from him. I was about to brush him off and close the door, but my curiosity got the better of me. He started talking about some obscure stocks "poised for serious price gains."
I finally got tired of him and began to shut the door, saying I didn't really care that much about share price on any stocks I owned except when I bought them. His eyes widened. He began to tell me that I should rethink that position and let him take a look at my PFs because he could help me make a lot more money.
So I told him that he was probably wrong, that the reason I don't care about share price gains very much is because I practice a hybridized form of DGI investing. He didn't know what DGI meant, so I explained the basic premise in a couple short sentences and he still didn't quite grasp the concept. I mentioned Miller's book as my jumping off point and I think he thought I belong to some sort of cult.
He repeated his question "did I want him to pass on some pointers and maybe some stock tips when he came across them." I said, "no, but maybe you should read the book and maybe I could help you." The dog was still going nuts, so I told him "welcome to the neighborhood and to let me know if he wanted my help -- after reading Miller's book" and shut the door.
He rang the bell again, sending my dog bouncing off the walls and ceiling. He wanted my name (but not phone number interestingly) and jotted it down.
I feel sorry for his clients. |
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