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Oh and then literally like 3 minutes after I finished crying about losing the cat, some lady came to our door with a freezer truck and tried to sell me $800 worth of various frozen, individually packaged meats and dinners. She thought I was the owner of the house and married and a mother, instead of just a 23-year-old girl. I know it's not completely unfeasible to be any or all of those things at the age of 23, but I guess it was a little amusing that someone could think that about me. Anyway, I played along for a while, mainly out of curiosity, but then I got bored and agitated, because I didn't want her stupid food, and I had just been crying, and I just lost a cat, and I'd rather be looking for said cat than looking at another box of frozen chicken, so I decided to end the game and tell her I'd have to run it by my husband (conveniently at work) before I randomly purchased $800 worth of food two weeks before Christmas. Her smile faltered a little bit, but she bounced back, and told me she knew I'd really love this program and how affordable it really is when you break it into cost by meal, and how she'd like me to buy something today so my husband could sense the quality when making a decision, blah blah blah. So instead of being a normal person and telling her I wasn't interested, I did the equivalent of hanging up on a telemarketer: I excused myself and went inside. And locked the door.
I know I'm a freaking pussy and I should've just said "No" instead of making her sit outside in her freezer truck for however long, but, for several reasons, I just couldn't hang anymore. I feel like a bad person, and I'm a little afraid of the karmic aftermath of this one.
ps. I still miss the cat.
I know I'm a freaking pussy and I should've just said "No" instead of making her sit outside in her freezer truck for however long, but, for several reasons, I just couldn't hang anymore. I feel like a bad person, and I'm a little afraid of the karmic aftermath of this one.
ps. I still miss the cat.