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.