Sunday, August 10, 2003
at 3:55 PMGreasy Grimy Gopher Guts
Last night I almost sold a little old lady a spatula spreader and a paring knife, but her adult son (who sat in another room throughout the demo) perked up his ears at the most inopportune moment to remind his mother that her auto insurance rates were going up next month, et cetera. I wanted to slit the man's throat. I walked about 3.2 miles to and from this lady's house and sold nothing. I do have to go back sometime and have her sign a sheet of paper so that I receive credit for the appointment; mayhaps Mr. Cheapskate will be out and I can convince her to buy something.
This morning before she left for Oklahoma my aunt Michelle bought a ratchet pruner and a wooden knife block from me. That makes me feel slightly better. At least I sold something for all the walking I did this weekend.
The munchkins and my aunts went to Grant's Farm yesterday (I elected to remain at home working). Upon their return, another vehicle ran a red light, hitting the passenger side of Pam and Chris' Honda (which is also the side on which their one month and two weeks-old hatchling rides). Fortunately, nobody was severely injured (Rowan least of all), but now Pam and Chris have only one car to transport themselves. This delegates me to an even lower status than I was before on the "getting taken places I need to be" list. But oh, well.
A few minutes ago I called Metro about their services, but heard only the machine cheerily telling me to call back during the week. Argh...
