Thursday, 09 August 2007
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Magazines
Some guy tried to sell me fake magazine subscriptions last night. I am annoyed. He claimed he was going to be on the radio and that he needed to raise money for going to Spain.How the two are connected, I am not sure. Most likely they are not.
He had printed up for himself a flyer... and had laminated it. I did not have the heart to tell him that magazine corporations would not spend money on laminating their flyers (fliers? I'm not sure how to spell that). Goodness. He was so proud of himself. The pictures he had most likely pulled off the web to represent his magazine offerings were grainey and outdated. He neglected to check the dates printed on the icons he copied and pasted.
I didn't attack him or even accuse him of faking, just told him up front that I couldn't give him money, and that I didn't want to waste his time. He very politely took his leave, after breifly inquiring about my neighbors.
I haven't had someone lie to my face like that in some time. An entirely false conversation. Truly amazing.
I hope I'm wrong. I also hope he figures out a more honest way to make money. He'll probably sleep better.
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Comments (2)
that's one thing God loves about you and God is working on with me : )
I had the same thing happen a week ago! Two different guys (probably about 15 or 16 yrs. old) came about four hours apart from each other, but both of them made a brochure with a list of magazines in it and said that they're in a contest to win a trip to Europe. The first one came while I was home alone with Jack, so I just said "I'm sorry, you're doing a great job, but I can't give you money." But the second one came while Tim was here, so Tim just gave him this sales tip "You know, begging won't get you sales, it would be better to find out someone's personal interests and then pick a magazine that they would like and try and sell that one." Haha... who knows if he took Tim's advice, but at least he was a happy guy as we turned him down.
I wouldn't mind it as much if they didn't try to schmooze me in the process. The first one kept referring to me as a "lovely lady," which I knew was a bunch of honky because I was in Tim's boxers and T-shirt, my glasses, and hadn't showered yet. And Jack had drooled baby food all over my shirt.
Oh well...