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Newspaper Salesmen
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Today while I was exiting the grocery store I was harrassed by some newspapers guys. A small note of caution to all pushy salemen. Do not make me mad when I'm in my happy place away from home. Anyway, here's how it went: [salesman #1]: Want a free newspaper? [me]: Uhh...nah. I don't need one. Thank you. An elderly lady has problems getting a cart out and boxes me in next to the salesmen. [salesman #1]: Are you suuure you don't want a free paper? [me]: Yeah, possitive. I hate the news. [salesman#2]: How can you stay in touch with the world without the news? Did you know that (blah blah) had a heart attack? [me]: Well, for one, I read the news online and save a few trees. Plus, I read about things other than what's happening around here. The elderly lady has moved and I try to escape. Salesman #2 actually, and I'm pretty sure purposely blocks my way to "talk" to someone else (a.k.a. harrass them). [salesman#1]: Come on, it's one paper and it's free. [me]: Ugh. Fine. Give me the stupid paper. [salesman#1]: (slowly draws over the bar code - for what reason I still have no clue.) You know why we're giving these away? [me]: I have a feeling you're going to tell me. [salesman#1]: (now laughing) Well, we have a deal (yadda yadda yadda). [me]: (staring blankly) Ok? [salesman #1]: So just fill this out and we'll gladly start your service. [me]: Uhhh...no. You asked if I wanted a paper, I said no, you kept at it and blocked me in and now I'm agreeing to your stupid free paper, how does all that compute to you starting me on a service? He stares at me blankly. [salesman #2]: Ok - here's a better deal. (He shows me some laminated paper of something I don't even bother looking at.) [me]: What part of my agreeing to a free paper made you think I wanted to then start paying for a service? [salesman #2]: It's a great deal! It's practically free when we give you these great grocery store gift cards. Infact, you actually make 15 cents. [me]: No, I don't want a paper. I don't even want the "free" one now. [salesman #1]: You come here a lot, right? [me] What the heck is that suppose to mean? [salesman #1]: (now turning red) No, I mean... you shop here all the time, right? [me]: Uhh.. what are you getting at? Are you calling me fat? Is that how you sell a paper? My husband cancelled the paper a long time back for some reason I forget and I should talk to him about it anyway. (Which is obviously a lie because I'm not married.) [salesman#2]: (shoves his cell phone in my face) Here, call him. [me]: Are you serious? No. [salesman #2]: We might not be here next time if you leave now. [me]: Well, a girl can hope, can't she? I then left with a smile, which is what I should have done long before I did, but I did have some fun playing with their heads. A pushy salesman never wins with me....especially when I'm away from home in my happy place. OR Blogger Comments (0)
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