Monday, August 4, 2008

my drug of choice

It's 8:55 and mostly dark outside. I've already had two people say to me, "its kind of late, why are you out here so late?" I know I should stop but I just keep going. Keep knocking. Gotta. Get. One. More. Sell. Can't. Stop.

Rex pulls up in the car as to signalize he wants me to come with him. I express my urgency to just knocked a few more doors. He rolls his eyes and begins to drive away. He rolls down the window and shouts, "YOURE ADDICTED TO PEST CONTROL!!!"

To prove a point I said "No, I will get in the car right now."

"Prove it."

"Okay.. Well, let me just knock one more door."

He drove away before I could see his eyes roll.

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