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Feb. 4th, 2009 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bodldopsLiving in a school town wtf:
For the past six months or so, once every... oh, two-ish weeks, there's a knock at the door. Usually it's later than this - 8, 9pm, and since roommate's friends and family come over all the time, I usually think it's one of them, having gotten locked out.
And it's always some journalism undergrad, being sent around to sell magazines.
Truly, wtf. If I really wanted a magazine? There's three bookstores and a good half-dozen 24hr pharmacies around here, never mind all of the supermarkets. I can find reading material, kthx.
And they're always very weirdly peppy. Like they chugged an entire Rockstar before knocking.
Also, usually underdressed. Not like 'gee, what are you selling besides magazines' underdressed, but 'gee, didn't you realize that the temperatures at night are still dipping below 40 and perhaps a t-shirt wasn't the best plan' sort of underdressed.
Oh! Weirdest part: They all act, for a good 5-10 minutes, that they're just out to meet the neighbors. Full-on conversation here, folks - they talk about where they live, ask about how things are around here, hey what do you do for a living, how 'bout them Steelers... And then work in oh, I want to travel, and there's this contest PLZ BUY MAGAZINES? This one seemed deeply disappointed that I cut him sort at a minute and a half 'cause I'd cottoned on to the pattern.
It's all very bizarre. I told this one to tell his buddies that the vet students here do not have disposable cash.
Not for door-to-door magazines, anyway. Y'all are friendly enough, but... way with the no.
EDIT: OMG THE CUUUUTE!!!
For the past six months or so, once every... oh, two-ish weeks, there's a knock at the door. Usually it's later than this - 8, 9pm, and since roommate's friends and family come over all the time, I usually think it's one of them, having gotten locked out.
And it's always some journalism undergrad, being sent around to sell magazines.
Truly, wtf. If I really wanted a magazine? There's three bookstores and a good half-dozen 24hr pharmacies around here, never mind all of the supermarkets. I can find reading material, kthx.
And they're always very weirdly peppy. Like they chugged an entire Rockstar before knocking.
Also, usually underdressed. Not like 'gee, what are you selling besides magazines' underdressed, but 'gee, didn't you realize that the temperatures at night are still dipping below 40 and perhaps a t-shirt wasn't the best plan' sort of underdressed.
Oh! Weirdest part: They all act, for a good 5-10 minutes, that they're just out to meet the neighbors. Full-on conversation here, folks - they talk about where they live, ask about how things are around here, hey what do you do for a living, how 'bout them Steelers... And then work in oh, I want to travel, and there's this contest PLZ BUY MAGAZINES? This one seemed deeply disappointed that I cut him sort at a minute and a half 'cause I'd cottoned on to the pattern.
It's all very bizarre. I told this one to tell his buddies that the vet students here do not have disposable cash.
Not for door-to-door magazines, anyway. Y'all are friendly enough, but... way with the no.
EDIT: OMG THE CUUUUTE!!!
