Sunday, October 10, 2010

A kid from down the block came by in his Boy Scout uniform selling wreaths and other assorted greenery for the holiday season. I asked who his parents were and we know them. His mother was our block captain for a couple of years. Yeah I know, I should probably hold that position. But the kid came by himself and gave his sales pitch. I bought a lot of that crap (pizza, nuts, candy, canned tuna, dryer sheets) when my co-workers brought the catalog to work (I had a job once, douchy) but I liked that this kid was pounding the pavement by himself.

What's the moral of this? Send your kids out to sell their crap and stop bringing that catalog to work to shame your co-workers.

I bought a rather nice centerpiece and may track the kid down to buy a wreath too.