I was standing under a bus stop sign yesterday when this gnarled gross guy sidled up to me holding a half-eaten Drake's lemon cake. "Hello, gorgeous girl, are you waiting for a bus?" he said.
"Yes."
"My name is Darrel. What's yours?"
"I don't talk to strange men on the street. If you had a daughter, wouldn't you tell her the same?"
"Oh, most definitely! Can I give you my number?"
"No, thanks."
"Okay, can I have your number, then?"
"No. Have a good day, though."
"Thank you, thank you. Can I give you my phone number?"
"No, thanks."
"Can I get your phone number?"
"No."
"Okay, then . . ." and Darrel wandered off.
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This happened to me on the Charlottesville Trolley the other day:
ReplyDeleteMan: Can I give you my phone number? I was in jail for three years, and I just got out ten days ago. I'm trying to meet some nice people.
Me: Uh, no.
Man: I want to go into entertainment. Or maybe go to that Darden Business School. Can I give you my number? I've been giving it out a lot.
Me: No.
It went on like this for the whole ride. What is wrong with people?
Channeled in the right way, I guess these guys would be great telemarketers. And really, lots of marketing efforts are numbers games, but how often do they get the call a few days later, "Um, Darnell, remember me, from 23rd street? A couple of weeks ago? I'm a lovely lady? Well, I've been thinking, I was kinda rude that day, but you really made a lot of sense. Why don't you come over and sleep on my couch for a few weeks?"
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