First it was being called ma'am at the grocery store, then the new car insurance discount, and now it's those pesky crow's feet. I am, of course, referring to the little reminders that I am getting older. Everyday I look at my face and say, well, it's not going to get any younger, so I might as well start to like it. I'll keep you posted on how that one turns out.
But this evening, I had a very pleasant surprise, that in truth made my whole week bearable. I usually try to avoid answering the door to anyone who looks like anything remotely like a door-to-door salesman. I have a hard time turning people down, feeling guilty for not buying fifteen magazines I'd never get around to reading anyhow, just so some kid could try to win a trip to Hawaii. I digress, as I did open the door this time.
The first words out of this "miracle cleaner" salesman were, "Are your parents home?" I was literally stunned speechless. I could feel a cheesy smile plaster across my face, and I'm sure this guy was wondering what kind of nutso he happened upon. I just hope I didn't have anything stuck between my front teeth, because I was too blinded by bliss to take any care. I eventually managed to squeak out a "No." Then he took off his sunglasses, took a better look, and apologized profusely. Are you kidding me? Just for saying that, come on in, mister, and sell me some of that cleaner. If only it could erase these wrinkles...
Oh wow, I just thought of something. Do they teach that tactic in salesmanship school? If not, they should. Oh well, I'm taking the compliment and sticking it into my pocket for a rainy day.
Anyone, or perhaps your parents, want some miracle cleaner?
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