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Here's a brief sample of what showed up in my inbox...
quote: No... he isn't. He couldn't be. Yes. Yes he is. He's explaining how a microscope works again. Maybe he's judging me on my appearance. I'm wearing a shirt with Beaker and Doctor Honeydew on it, cargo pants, a red coca-cola hat and I haven't shaved in recent memory. Maybe he thinks I'm some sort of hired help? Then why did he agree to talk to me in the first place. Why aren't more salespeople attractive women?
Maybe he's actually lonely. Maybe the only human contact he gets are these covnersations with potential buyers. Perhaps there's some sort of inner plea here. By explaining the quality of their objective lenses for the bajillionth time he's really asking me to look at him more closely. He needs to be analyzed. To be judged. Here, I'll look deeply and knowingly into his eyes and see what happens. Startiiiiing... now.
I think I creeped him out. He's kind of shifting his weight, really focusing on the machine and not me. That's good, maybe he'll leave sooner. As if "sooner" is possible at this point. We're approaching the 3 hour barrier. Maybe he gets more of a commission for every hour he spends here? Surely he doesn't think that this kind of time-sucking experience is convincing me to buy his piece-of-crap microscope. Ok, so it isn't a piece of crap. In fact, it's generally considered to be the best dollar:performance out there. He knows he's got me. I'm going to buy this in the end. He can just sit here and toy with me. This isn't about trying to sell something, this is about lurid games with people who don't have anywhere else to trun.
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trust me twinky, that was a "brief" excerpt. It was one of the more coherent bits. Grin. Had me a little concerned when I started reading though I was chuckling by the end.
AJ (And it kind of tripped me out because while we've chatted on IM quite a bit, I don't think I've ever gotten an e-mail from him before, and one this odd was well... odd)