Thursday, April 27, 2006

The Tupperware lady from hell

Note to self. Never ever, ever, ever fill out the coupons handed out at the booths during commercial fairs. Not for any reason - especially on the off chance that I might win a raffle. Because, with my address in hand THEY will hunt me down like dogs.

I filled out said coupon for Tupperware. I do not like Tupperware. Archaic. I have little use for it. I don't cook enough to batch. My husband eats too much for left-overs. I might use it if it were free. The probable reasoning behind the coupon-filling. In the perennial words of Pretty Woman, "Big mistake. Huge". This momentary lapse of judgment has me running for my cupboards...

Enter the Tupperware lady from hell. A shark in sensible shoes. She tried to sell me her wares. I told her that I was leaving for a year and that I couldn't shlep too much gear abroad. Undaunted, she asked me if I would host a Tupperware party. My friends and family would not be interested, I reply. Still undaunted, she shows me the wonderful gifts I could earn if I sold Tupperware. A cooking crock, a thermos, salad bowls - I do not cook; I like my latte from Starbucks; I like meat. Still not interested, I clearly reply again. I guess I hadn't been clear enough. Tupperware nazi now calls every other day inviting me to Tupperware parties, to host Tupperware parties, to become a Tupperware representative. She is like a sect member. She is so convinced, perhaps so brainwashed, that she remains oblivious to my complete lack of interest. Hold on - she hasn't called this week. I wonder what's keeping her...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You are hilarious! I, oh so ever, enjoy reading the inner thoughts of a lunatic such as myself.

I on the other hand, would probably have given in to the tupperware lady... but I'm that kind of person... I crack under pressure!!! And I'm a sucker for parties. Plus, to score a couple of tupperware for the bargain price of 14,99$... Sweet!