I know I don’t want whatever you are about to try to sell me.
I know because I know what I want and you are a kid in shorts and a wife beater that is too long for you in a parking lot with a poorly-laminated piece of paper. You do not have what I want. If you did, I would be looking for you instead of racing you to my car at a walking pace.
I’m trying to clearly telegraph to you that I don’t want whatever it is so I can save us both time. You’re still coming. I appreciate your entrepreneurial spirit.
“No thanks, kid.”
He walks purposefully to the next car pulling up.










