...sometimes it's fun to go silly ;)
If you ask me why I did it, I can only say it was because of the devilled ham.
Door-to-door salesmen are the worst. They ring the doorbell when you’re running late, or towel-clad and wet from the shower. They spiel dreck about “changing your life!” as they peddle vacuum cleaners, knives, cookies, and religion.
Each hungry, aggressive salesman wears down another layer of patience and civility, so when that cocky wolf stood there this morning, can you blame me for reaching for the kindling axe?
You should never try to sell devilled ham to a pig.