Shady Happenings in the WF
So this guy rings the doorbell yesterday, I answer the door... There stands a mid 30's unshaven lad with pinstriped slacks, a tacky shirt, large gold earring, wallet-on-a-chain, and oldschool Benz still running behind him.
Needless to say, the WTF alarm in my head had been going off before I even opened the door.
So I open the door a bit and he immediately starts running his mouth 100 miles an hour about some "Staubsaugmachine." *raise eyebrow* "Sure." I say, "And what exactly is a 'Staubsaugmachine'."
He then tries to explain what this thing is and why he was there using as much technical jargon as possible. Trying to sound imporant no doubt.
Apparantly the thick American accent and the Wyoming T-shirt weren't enough to clue this genius in that I wasn't German.
A few minutes later, I figured out he was talking about a vacuum, and that apparantly he was a vacuum repair technician and or door-to-door salesman. (Again, this cat looked like the slimy used car salesman from hell.) At about the time this guy was getting fed up with my obvious lack of technical expertise relating to Vacuums, Brigitte walks in and gives the guy the same 'WTF' look that I did. Imagine a 76 year old lady giving the 'WTF' look, it was priceless.
After a few short words, she had this guy heading for his benz with a disgruntled look on his face. Later that afternoon, I see the same Benz parked across the street, and this guy is busy unloading what looked like exactly like suitcases. . . Vacuum salseman my ass.
Moral of the story: Don't be some shady piece of crap and try to pull one over on a 76 year old German lady.
--Symple
Needless to say, the WTF alarm in my head had been going off before I even opened the door.
So I open the door a bit and he immediately starts running his mouth 100 miles an hour about some "Staubsaugmachine." *raise eyebrow* "Sure." I say, "And what exactly is a 'Staubsaugmachine'."
He then tries to explain what this thing is and why he was there using as much technical jargon as possible. Trying to sound imporant no doubt.
Apparantly the thick American accent and the Wyoming T-shirt weren't enough to clue this genius in that I wasn't German.
A few minutes later, I figured out he was talking about a vacuum, and that apparantly he was a vacuum repair technician and or door-to-door salesman. (Again, this cat looked like the slimy used car salesman from hell.) At about the time this guy was getting fed up with my obvious lack of technical expertise relating to Vacuums, Brigitte walks in and gives the guy the same 'WTF' look that I did. Imagine a 76 year old lady giving the 'WTF' look, it was priceless.
After a few short words, she had this guy heading for his benz with a disgruntled look on his face. Later that afternoon, I see the same Benz parked across the street, and this guy is busy unloading what looked like exactly like suitcases. . . Vacuum salseman my ass.
Moral of the story: Don't be some shady piece of crap and try to pull one over on a 76 year old German lady.
--Symple
posted by Symple at 12:58 PM
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