Today's OneWord: Salesman

The salesman came back our house three times that day. I wasn't sure if he was lost or lonely. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he had a really bad short term memory. Or maybe he was searching for something that I wasn't sure I had. When I heard the doorbell rang again, I debated ducking under my couch with my cellphone and dialing the police. Instead, I went to the window, and ther he was, dressed in his tan suit, looking like the world was collapsing around him.