Saturday, May 07, 2005

my bitches don't like barbies...

What’s the deal with people who try to sell you crap while you’re out to dinner? Last night, I had dinner with Hannah, Greg and dear Bonnie who’s back in town. While downing margaritas and enchiladas, we were accosted by not one, but 3 (three!) people trying to sell us a bizarre array of shit no one would want.
First was the lady with the fake flowers, whereupon Greg reprised his famous, “My bitches don’t like flowers.” Then, we’re approached by this shady looking character who pulls a Barbie doll from within his disgusting jacket. Still in it’s packaging, he really pushed his one item on us, inquiring as to our daughters or nieces whom he’s convinced must have his stolen Barbie immediately.
Finally, some chick with bootleg DVDs arrives and Greg actually checks out her loot. “Let’s see what you’ve got here.” Greg says, flipping through filth covered films. Hannah, horrified that he’d even consider, tried to make him stop, but as luck would have it, Greg wasn’t interested in her selection anyway.
Hey, we’re all trying to make a buck. But why must they come at the most inopportune time, like in the middle of a hilarious story and during a very tense argument? Also, it’s one thing to hock your hot merchandise on a street corner, but it is entirely another to walk into a restaurant and hassle diners.
It also sucks because I feel like the biggest bitch in town when I plaster on a smile and firmly say, “No, Gracias.”

Although, I did want that Barbie…

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