Wednesday, August 17, 2005

as hard as I could make it

I just got a doorbell ring, and guess who was outside? You guessed it, a fratboy-looking, Cancun-going salesman who talked a mile-a-minute (gosh, i like hyphens!) and wanted me to sponsor his trip to Mexico by buying a magazine subscription.

Things he asked to get me in the mood:

"Are you the king of the castle?"
"What's your name?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"What're you into do besides soccer?" (eyeing my Liverpool jersey)
me: videogames
"Playstation or Xbox?"
me: neither
"..."
"So, computer games?"
me: nah, gamecube (note, bolding text implies that I am way cooler)
"Do you know where some other really cool people live?"

I fended my subscription abstinance with a clever rouse - that I was in fact a poor college student who had just gone to the car shop. He asked what I studied (every sentence was a Question) and when I came up with a tricky answer, he shook my hand and was gone.

Good luck, Question Man. May you score with a million white chicks in Mexico and return to your castle in Cleveland with many a tale.

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