THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Friday, September 12, 2014
Have a nice day!
Mrs. C and I
went to a home expo today at a nearby giant convention center.The idea was to kill some time on a cloudy
day.Also we are redoing our master bath
and Mrs. Cranky thought we could get some ideas.Or course we have already picked out
everything for the new bathroom, so new ideas did not seem like a great idea to
me.My thoughts on the subject were
runs for two days, and Mrs. C figured Friday would be the best time to go as it
would be the least crowded.That turned
out to be a bad idea.Oh, it was not
crowded, and that was the problem.
We passed sales
station after sales station all manned by sales people looking to sell, and we
were about the only customers in the whole giant place.It was like swimming around seal island at
feeding time for the great whites.We
just wanted to browse, but we soon became fearful of even looking.It was the same at every station.
“Excuse me sir, can ask you a
“I’m just looking.”
“Don’t you need a new roof, or
“Not even in the next 10 – 15 years?”
“We have a townhouse, we can't touch the
“What about your children, do they
own a house?”
“Dude, please, were just looking, I
have no intention of buying anything.”
“Ok, you have a nice day then.”
(“You know he just told me to go fuck
myself don’t you.”)
We counted seven
different companies selling solar panels.
“Excuse me sir, how would you like to
make money every month instead of paying for electricity?”
“How could you not be interested?”
“We have a townhouse, we can’t touch
“Do you have children who own homes?”
“Ok, you have a great day then.”
“Hey, I hope you have a nice day as
well!” (“I guess I told him off.”) “Yes dear…jerk.”
It got so we pretended to not look at anything because if you showed the slightest bit of interest you were surrounded by seventeen salesmen.Even that didn’t always work.I had the most success when looking for ideas by holding up one hand and saying,
“Townhouse, no kids!”
I counted seventy-seven people who wanted me to have a really great day!