My doorbell rang at 2:30 this afternoon. I looked through the peephole and made out a young girl in a lanyard. And we all know what a lanyard implies. But I thought maybe, just maybe, she'd take to my proposition; so, I opened the door.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi. I have a meeting which I have to get ready for so I need you to give me your spiel in under a minute."
"Bills. Energy. Save money."
"Coned?"
"Yup."
"I think we're good."
"Okay. Thanks."
I shut the door.
The whole conversation was under a minute.
Just like that.
Why can't it always be this easy?
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