Damn, I was scudding Err America when the doorbell rang…
The poor sod in a hooded sweatshirt looks me from head to foot and asks what he knew to be a completely embarrassing and inane pitch:
“Would you like to buy a set of rollerblades?”
I mirror his gaze and review the options… “Uuuuhhhh, no. Nice try though!”
I just realized I am in a wheelchair. What am I to do???
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