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April 20, 2006
Oh, You Almost Fooled Me
...NOT. You know those high school/"college" (and I use the term loosely here) kids who bang on the door, trying to sell magazines to win the "Major Award"? The company that sucks them in has come up with a new spin on the same game. Instead of the most subscriptions, now you're "voting" for them. How? Well, you...yup. Pony up for overpriced magazine subscriptions which, by virtue of how overpriced, are assigned X amount of "votes". I have only two suggestions for these irritating door-to-door kids.
1) Don't get suckered in in the first place. (For all the walkin' you're doing in the hot Florida sun for NO return, you might oughta try McDonald's, 'cause at least it's airconditioned, fry boy or not. Or Cynthia Tucker for $6 an hour.)
2) If I bother to peek out the front door and you begin your earnest, cheerful spiel, the chances of parting me from the subscription cost would vastly improve if you weren't dressed like Randy from "My Name is Earl" and Jam Master Jay.
Honestly. This is for your own good.
Posted by tree hugging sister at April 20, 2006 01:51 PM
Comments
Did you buy the encyclopedias?
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at April 20, 2006 02:17 PM
If any of them come around my neighborhood, I'm going to go full metal redneck and put a rusty stove and a jacked up car in the front yard, and only mow every thrid week.
If that doesn't work, I'm going to go get a lot of Jehova's Witness literature and pretend to try to convert them when they knock on the door.
It's for their own good - the wife might shoot them. She won't hesitate, even if the way she holds my Glock .45 tends to send ejected brass down her bra.
Posted by: John at April 20, 2006 02:30 PM
And hot brass can tend to make you cranky!
Posted by: tree hugging sister at April 20, 2006 02:50 PM
John, that's one of the kinkiest comments I've ever read.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at April 20, 2006 03:10 PM
Well, I can't let Ken have all the fun around here. And our seocnd date was to the range.
The Glock does have a funny ejector, and every once in a while sends brass right back at you.
Posted by: John at April 20, 2006 05:04 PM
I've tangled with the brass before.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at April 20, 2006 05:09 PM
In your brassiere? Oh do tell, Sis!
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at April 20, 2006 06:41 PM
I've tangled with brass as well. And brassieres. Just not at the same time. The latter is nice; the former is not.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at April 20, 2006 08:29 PM