More on the general douchebaggery of men
ALL RIGHT. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my second entry on the general douchebaggery of men. Sorry if this offends you guys, but...still.
ALMA PPL--IF YOU ARE IN YOUR ROOMS AND SOMEONE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR, IT IS PROBABLY A PERSON SELLING MAGAZINES, SO LOCK YOUR DOOR.
This guy Brandon came through--disliking him ALREADY just based on his name, ha ha--, didn't mention who he was selling the magazines for but only mentioned that he was indeed selling magazines. He said it was for a good cause--"strippers, tattoos and getting wasted", because if he won the contest, he would be going to Cancun with friends for 10 days to get alcohol. He was being really pushy and awful toward Jo and me. Saying that people could just get a mag and then cancel the next day, all of this stuff...just being a typical slimy salesman.
I finally said "ok, wtf, I'll get one" just so I could get him the hell out of our room. The whole thing just REEKED of scammage, but I just wanted him to leave, he was seriously starting to creep me out. And then he started hitting on JO! HARDCORE! Saying basically everything except the typical "what's your sign" pickup line. He FINALLY left, leaving a trail of slime to mark where he had been.
As soon as he left, Jo and I sprang into action--we sprayed down the room with our special anti-bs spray...and then we realized the mortal danger that Lindz was in. Jo ran down to her room, but creepy Brandon Magazine Man was already trying to peddle his magazines--probably to finance his harem of crack babies in Cancun. And then he apparently started hitting on Lindz too...
UGH. SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH MEN??
ALMA PPL--IF YOU ARE IN YOUR ROOMS AND SOMEONE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR, IT IS PROBABLY A PERSON SELLING MAGAZINES, SO LOCK YOUR DOOR.
This guy Brandon came through--disliking him ALREADY just based on his name, ha ha--, didn't mention who he was selling the magazines for but only mentioned that he was indeed selling magazines. He said it was for a good cause--"strippers, tattoos and getting wasted", because if he won the contest, he would be going to Cancun with friends for 10 days to get alcohol. He was being really pushy and awful toward Jo and me. Saying that people could just get a mag and then cancel the next day, all of this stuff...just being a typical slimy salesman.
I finally said "ok, wtf, I'll get one" just so I could get him the hell out of our room. The whole thing just REEKED of scammage, but I just wanted him to leave, he was seriously starting to creep me out. And then he started hitting on JO! HARDCORE! Saying basically everything except the typical "what's your sign" pickup line. He FINALLY left, leaving a trail of slime to mark where he had been.
As soon as he left, Jo and I sprang into action--we sprayed down the room with our special anti-bs spray...and then we realized the mortal danger that Lindz was in. Jo ran down to her room, but creepy Brandon Magazine Man was already trying to peddle his magazines--probably to finance his harem of crack babies in Cancun. And then he apparently started hitting on Lindz too...
UGH. SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH MEN??