When I was 19, 1988--my roommate said his friend had a chef coming over to her house and we were all getting a dinner cooked for us. Say no more. Free real food? While the dude was cooking everything, he kept showing us the pans, I was like, whatever, bring out the food. But yeah, later, he was trying to sell me a set of cookware--very much a hard sell as well, guilting me for eating the food. I don't know exactly how it worked, if the host got a cut or a discount or free shit but yeah, it was a total ambush.
Some years ago my new neighbors were moving into their house. I was outside and the wife asked me if I could help her move a bulky mattress. She explained her husband had broken his foot which was in a cast. So I helped her wrestle the mattress inside. But now she started the pitch. I felt a social obligation to be a polite neighbor and not immediately leave.
She opened a three ring binder. She was selling shoe insoles. But not ordinary shoe insoles, MAGNETIC shoe insoles. This was pure unadulterated woo. I think I asked her at one time if the company was an "MLM" and she claimed it was not.
Later on one Sunday I returned from work and was exhausted. Her husband was out of town and would I please weld and repair a motor mount in her vehicle. Again I felt obliged to say "yes" just to try to be the good neighbor.
I had a few more semi-unpleasant encounters with this woman, whom I henceforth dubbed "Magnet Lady."
When I was 19, 1988--my roommate said his friend had a chef coming over to her house and we were all getting a dinner cooked for us. Say no more. Free real food? While the dude was cooking everything, he kept showing us the pans, I was like, whatever, bring out the food. But yeah, later, he was trying to sell me a set of cookware--very much a hard sell as well, guilting me for eating the food. I don't know exactly how it worked, if the host got a cut or a discount or free shit but yeah, it was a total ambush.
MLM is a scourge. Free food, free sales pitch!
Some years ago my new neighbors were moving into their house. I was outside and the wife asked me if I could help her move a bulky mattress. She explained her husband had broken his foot which was in a cast. So I helped her wrestle the mattress inside. But now she started the pitch. I felt a social obligation to be a polite neighbor and not immediately leave.
She opened a three ring binder. She was selling shoe insoles. But not ordinary shoe insoles, MAGNETIC shoe insoles. This was pure unadulterated woo. I think I asked her at one time if the company was an "MLM" and she claimed it was not.
Later on one Sunday I returned from work and was exhausted. Her husband was out of town and would I please weld and repair a motor mount in her vehicle. Again I felt obliged to say "yes" just to try to be the good neighbor.
I had a few more semi-unpleasant encounters with this woman, whom I henceforth dubbed "Magnet Lady."
Wow. Magnetic insoles are the future!