I'm about to mop my kitchen floor due to the numerous blood drips on it that resulted from my sister's mishap with her fingers, a knife, and a brick of cheese, when there's a knock at the door.
I open it, and there's a mildly attractive girl at the door who starts talking to me at a mile a minute. Woah, bitch, my brain doesn't work that fast. Slow down.
Okay, she's doing a survey for her communications class and she needs to ask me a couple questions. Fine. Then she hands me a card that talks about how she can go to Acupulco if she gets enough 'points' for taking enough surveys. I should have caught on at this point, but I just kept being stupid and let her in. She asks like three menial questions (are you a student, what are your favorite hobbies, etc.) and then says, "Okay, now here's the fun part. I have to prove that I talked to you. And what better way to do that than if you get something out of it too." And she hands me a card with like 50 magazine names on it.
At this point, I'm like, "Woah, you said this was for a comm class. There's no way any class would have you selling magazines. I don't want a magazine subscription - I already get Time, so I think we're done."
And she gets all sad and starts petting my cat like she's going to stay. I'm like, "Welp, sorry I can't help you. I don't think anyone else in the building will want a subscription either, but you're welcome to try." And I walk to the door and open it.
I wish I had some way to warn my neighbors...I can hear her knocking on their doors, but I don't know any phone numbers for anyone else in the building.
I open it, and there's a mildly attractive girl at the door who starts talking to me at a mile a minute. Woah, bitch, my brain doesn't work that fast. Slow down.
Okay, she's doing a survey for her communications class and she needs to ask me a couple questions. Fine. Then she hands me a card that talks about how she can go to Acupulco if she gets enough 'points' for taking enough surveys. I should have caught on at this point, but I just kept being stupid and let her in. She asks like three menial questions (are you a student, what are your favorite hobbies, etc.) and then says, "Okay, now here's the fun part. I have to prove that I talked to you. And what better way to do that than if you get something out of it too." And she hands me a card with like 50 magazine names on it.
At this point, I'm like, "Woah, you said this was for a comm class. There's no way any class would have you selling magazines. I don't want a magazine subscription - I already get Time, so I think we're done."
And she gets all sad and starts petting my cat like she's going to stay. I'm like, "Welp, sorry I can't help you. I don't think anyone else in the building will want a subscription either, but you're welcome to try." And I walk to the door and open it.
I wish I had some way to warn my neighbors...I can hear her knocking on their doors, but I don't know any phone numbers for anyone else in the building.
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