Strange experience OTD - 1370°C
Oct. 23rd, 2006
01:54 pm - Strange experience OTD
I'm not sure if you're familiar with the phenomenon of college students who are employed by some company or other to sell magazine subscriptions door-to-door. It seems that the deal is if they earn a certain number of points (each magazine is worth a different amount of points--whether that's based on the price of the subscription or some other factor, i'm not sure) they get some amount of money to put towards books and things. Usually, these kids are pretty annoying and more than a bit pushy.
Today, one of these enterprising young 'ens knocked on my door. The kid was a born salesman. He had a really good pitch, complete with some silly jokes and other nonsense that actually made me listen to his spiel rather than just tell him right off that i wasn't interested. Of course, since i really only read Harpers and The Atlantic, he didn't have any magazines on his list in which i was interested. This did not deter him. He had a back-up prepared--that i could purchase a subscription to a child's magazine to be donated to one of the local hospitals. I was sold, but he didn't have the capability to take credit card numbers. I don't have checks, and amn't in the habit of carrying cash, so he was out of luck. But honestly, i'd have forked over the money to spring for a copy of some kiddie science mag if i'd could have. This is a pretty big deal, as i'm usually the sort to be rudely polite to people disturbing my life by trying to sell me things unsolicited (the last one of these types i spoke with i told that our apartments had a non-solicitation policy and that someone was sure to report him if he didn't stop knocking on doors in the complex).
Then, he asked if i had a cigarette. I told him i had a few cloves, he'd never heard of them. I happily gave him one and said that i didn't think i had a lighter handy. He said that he did have one, pulled two out of his pocket and *gave* me one despite my protests. As he was leaving, he asked me to be sure to tell my neighbors, who had bought a subscription, that they were cool.
When he'd gone, i reflected on the completely shit nature of such a job and wished i'd recommended that he see Office Space, for the part where Orlando Jones pretends to be a recovering crack addict to sell more magazines.