Wrong house

Today I was scraping mortar from the floor the door bell rang.

When I answered it there was a round faced young man.

“Any carnivores around here?” he asked, with a bit of a humor.

“No,” I said, I am a Vegetarian.

He continued with his sales pitch. Contest. Low prices. Sea foods.

I interrupted: “I really am a vegetarian.” He looked at me like I had just admitted to being a mass murderer.

Then when the usual quiz about it all.

I am not sure buying something as expensive as meat from a pickup vendor is a good idea, but this one time he gave his pitch to the wrong person!