We don't want any!
A couple of hours ago, two young fellers knocked on my door. They were all dressed up in shirts and ties, so I was afraid it was going to be some churchy thing.
They gave me the too-firm handshake and started going through their spiel, without giving me the slightest clue as to what they wanted. Something about practicing speech skills, then a bit about how old the one guy's kid is ("and you can appreciate the fact that I don't want to be a deadbeat dad, right?" What, you want a medal?), blah, blah, blah. I had to interrupt them THREE times, asking them to get to the point, before they finally gave up and told me they were selling magazines.
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aheathen) wrote,
apathetic
