(Author’s note: It’s rare that I do the same artist twice, but the pictures just throw everything together. Which reminds me, if you haven’t done so already, go on back to my previous story and take a gander. Here’s the second story with music provided by the great Stan Ridgway.)

© Jean L. Hays
Salesman
by Miles H. Rost
“…and for only $15 a month, you’ll get the package delivered to you with no questions asked. You just need to sign on the line, and it’s all yours.”
“One question, Burt.”
“It’s Brett.”
The customer rolled her eyes. “Brett. One question. Where are we?”
“I don’t understand.”
“What city are we in?”
“Scottsdale, Arizona.”
“What’s the temperature right now.”
Pulling out a “handy dandy thermoguide”, he took a second.
“It’s a balmy 102 degrees.”
“Now tell me, why would I want to buy a space heater when it’s going to be 105 degrees outside?!”
“Throw in an ice maker for free?”
“Deal.”
LOL
Glad you find it funny, sis!
It gets cold in the desert at night!
Astute!
Well, sometimes one needs a space heater. It is cold in outer space. 😉
I swear I’ve heard that lyric before!
🙂
Funny 🙂 Persistent salespeople annoy me to pieces, but I have to give this one a nod!
I know. I tell them that I have a friend I can give them a reference to, then I sent them over to the house of someone I don’t like. Usually gets them to stop coming by.
🙂