My mum had a wicked sense of humour. When she was widowed, she decided to sell her family house and downsize into a flat. It was a very nice flat but on the second floor.
Having got fed up with being pestered incessantly by a local consevatory firm and having, she felt, told them a dozen times she lived in a flat, she eventually, when having received a number of "we're in your area and would like to come and quote" calls, she said, oh alright then, come round...
Well, she had a large balcony overlooking the street and which caught the late sun, so sitting out there later that evening she spied a van from the conservatory firm pulling up outside her block.
The guy didn't bother to come up...
:-)
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