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One minute after I arrived home last night, the doorbell rung.... it was some girl that neither my roommate nor I recognized. We were about to ignore her until I realized the last time a woman was in our apartment I was still living with Emily. "Ralph" and I ("Dan") opened the door to an aggressive magazine saleswoman who talked about a trip to Tahiti for the person who sold the most magazines (coincidentally Ralph and I met on a trip). She told us her job's a lot better than scrubbing port-o-potties, which is my student job at the fairs until my first novel sells. When asked what he reads, Ralph explained that he was illiterate and forced to listen to his schoolbooks on tape. She thought it was a nice gesture that I sometimes read journal articles to Ralph before bed.

I only subscribe to The Economist ("What's that about?" The economy, stupid.)… so I had no need for other subscriptions. We were invited to share a magazine, but unfortunately our lease together is done in 1 month.... or donate a magazine to a charity, but she refused to give Maxim to a children's hospital... After offering to play us in "Super Darts" for a loser-buys-a-mag, she left... forgetting a bit of her foul stank in our apartment. She might have had better luck offering sexual advances for magazines, since that's how I initially learned how to read....

Posted by hans1995 at April 15, 2005 09:10 AM