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...
Thursday, April 27, 2006
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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!
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