Cold Call

A salesguy comes in pimping membership to a shopping club. I tell him I’m not interested. He hears that I can be convinced. He, for lack of a better term, is a moron. He touts the benefits including cheaper gas. I tell him, in the same words as before, I’m not interested.

“Don’t you gas up your car?” He asks.

“No.” I respond.

“Then how do you get around?” He queries.

“Private limousine.” I answer. “How do you get around?” I question flummoxed.

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