Weak-minded Jedi Fodder
Well, stupid people are everywhere...as I sit here pointing at myself.
An hour or so ago, a couple college kids came to the door and yadda yadda yadda, I bought a magazine subscription from them. Argh. You know, it's funny, there's times when it's very easy for me to say no, like the guy who came to the door this weekend trying to unload a box of frozen steaks on me because he can see I "have a barbecue" and he wants to "save me money". Sorry buddy, I tried that crap out a couple years ago, and now I wear dentures. Buh bye.
But this time, I guess my mind was in "I want you to like me" mode. Blah. Due to the fact I was pleasant when I said hi, the boy had the excuse to tell me "Wow, you're the nicest person we've met in your neighborhood so far...Everybody else was...well, they weren't very hospitable, etc." And so, of course, I had to live up to that picture. I mean, how could a kind, hospitable person like me not want to help two hard-working college kids earn money for books and tuition as they travel the country selling magazine subscriptions for $5.00 more than I could get it at Amazon.com? Travelling the country you say? Well they must be. The fact he said, "Aren't you guys having a drought," would've been a major clue they weren't locals. Oh, and then get this, as I commit to the sale, he tells me I need to make the check out to "cash" because the Florida marketing company that sells the subscriptions can't take out-of-state checks. So of course, since I didn't want them to think I was a horrible person, I made it out for "cash". I mean heck, he DID have a laminated ID card with his picture & program mission statement on it, and the receipt was on 3-part NCR with black & red ink and was sequentially numbered. See, Lookit! I've got an honest-to-goodness receipt number! Oh wait, I could actually go out and get the exact same thing layed out, printed up and numbered for less than $200 myself. All I'd have to do at that point is make 7 or 8 bogus magazine sales and then the rest would be gravy.
So, I'll probably never see my overpriced magazine subscription. But if I do get it, I could feel good knowing the money went to a good cause right? Pshyeah. They're probably illegal Norweigan immigrants, schooled to have midwestern English accents, and are working in the slave trade to pay off their overseas smugglers. Or hey, if they ARE legit, then I've helped teach them that weasely sales tactics are lucrative, and they'll breed the next great telemarketing company.
I'm so dissapointed.
In happier news, it rained today. Rained, I tell you. I celebrated by mowing my chemotherapy-lawn. It's cute how it looks like a tortoise-shell cat when it's been freshly scalped.
Craving acceptance
Consumes my integrity.
Checkbook hates me too.
Jeremy
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