Wednesday, August 20, 2008

I'm not advertising, but you're selling anyway

Walking to Borders books last night, I passed a man coming out of a falafel restaurant. He was white, probably in his 60s, was wearing dingy clothes and looked drunk.

He eyed me up and down, then held out a small can of Mace in a broken blister pack. "Pepper spray, miss," he said, "for your protection."

"No thanks," I smiled. "I have a gun."

I didn't, but it stopped him following me.

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Anonymous ame i. said...

I once had some goob follow me around the health and beauty section of that big ole store that starts with a W mumbling "Can I have yo numba?" Of course not, freak! So I spent some extra time comparing the prices of super size maxi pads. That worked.

6:26 AM  
Blogger Ginger said...

Maybe I should carry a bag of maxi pads wherever I go.

10:09 AM  
Blogger Linnaeus said...

And display them prominently, i.e., "Do you mind if I excuse myself to change my pad?" That'll drive 'em off right quick.

Usually.

8:47 PM  
Blogger the navigatrix said...

Guys just HATE maxi pads. They don't like tampons either, but oh, maxi pads!

9:11 AM  
Anonymous Belle said...

That was actually kinda sweet.. creepy but sweet...

8:29 AM  

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