It happened AGAIN
So I'm walking to class and this dude comes up to me.
"Hey! What's up?"
I blink. "Going to class."
"Oh, how much fun! What class?"
Are people in Sacramento really this friendly, or are they just quite sneaky? "Bio..."
"You a biology major?!"
"No... a Governmental Journalism major."
"OH MY GAWD, ME TOO!!!"
I blinked again. When I went to orientation the adviser mentioned how there were like 6 students majoring in that in the whole school. 6/30000, what are the chances? Not good. I was incredibly skeptical as to why he was talking to me at this point. "You are?"
"Yes! And see, that's why I want to talk to you..." oh no. "For my advanced communications class, I need to go around trying to..."
"Sell magazines, right? You're trying to sell me magazines."
He stopped talking for a second and looked oddly at me. I had blown his cover. "Uh... yeah."
Not as smooth as your buddy who talked to me last night, eh? "Someone came up to me last night. I've never taken a class that required me to go around and sell shit."
"Uh... ok..." He looked down at his shoes. I kind of felt bad for him. "Don't suppose you want to hear what I have to say..."
"No. I don't want magazines," and I walked away. I know it was bitchy, but one feels this way when the only people who talk to you want you to throw your money away. Besides, I have already cracked their selling code. I can smell them a mile away, those bastards.
I'm going to fuck with the next one who approaches me. Fucking magazines.
"Hey! What's up?"
I blink. "Going to class."
"Oh, how much fun! What class?"
Are people in Sacramento really this friendly, or are they just quite sneaky? "Bio..."
"You a biology major?!"
"No... a Governmental Journalism major."
"OH MY GAWD, ME TOO!!!"
I blinked again. When I went to orientation the adviser mentioned how there were like 6 students majoring in that in the whole school. 6/30000, what are the chances? Not good. I was incredibly skeptical as to why he was talking to me at this point. "You are?"
"Yes! And see, that's why I want to talk to you..." oh no. "For my advanced communications class, I need to go around trying to..."
"Sell magazines, right? You're trying to sell me magazines."
He stopped talking for a second and looked oddly at me. I had blown his cover. "Uh... yeah."
Not as smooth as your buddy who talked to me last night, eh? "Someone came up to me last night. I've never taken a class that required me to go around and sell shit."
"Uh... ok..." He looked down at his shoes. I kind of felt bad for him. "Don't suppose you want to hear what I have to say..."
"No. I don't want magazines," and I walked away. I know it was bitchy, but one feels this way when the only people who talk to you want you to throw your money away. Besides, I have already cracked their selling code. I can smell them a mile away, those bastards.
I'm going to fuck with the next one who approaches me. Fucking magazines.