We had a sign by the front door which was issued by the Metropolitan Police: 'we do not buy or sell at this door, we will validate any ID you show us etc etc'
One day the bell went and there was a young man on the step with the same-old, same-old crate of dusters, socket sets and the rest.
I was furious. "Can't you read?" I shrieked, jabbing at the sticker.
"Do you think I'd be doing a job like this if I could read?" he answered.
I gave him a fiver.
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He needs to go to charm school, cultivate a sense of humour or just grow a thicker skin.