dontpooyourself

So this guy just knocked on my door, and two seconds after it I knew exactly what he was doing: Selling magazines. So I told him, "I don't have any money, so if you're looking for that or any sort of donation or anything..." And still he continued saying that he wasn't out here looking for anything like that, he's just trying to earn points. Earning points will get him a vacation in Cancun, which he happens to have an exotic photo of. He earns points by selling magazines. It took about two to three minutes for him to get to the point in this shpiel about which magazines he offers. At this point in time I reitterated that, "I don't have any money." He says, "I don't need cash." So I said, "I'm broke. I don't even have any checks."

So he left, and I was left thinking, "Jesus fucking christ dude, just be honest. I told you I didn't have any money, I'm not gonna buy any magazines. Don't try and chat me up and be my friend. Stop wasting both our time." And while he's working at that whole "honesty" thing, I would have been a whole lot more sympathetic towards his situation if he was honest and let me know that these fucking points don't earn him a trip to Cancun, it gets him home, because those fucks pushing him into selling magazines just fucking dropped him off and won't pick him back up until his quotas filled.

Why do people have to irritate me so fucking much? Lousy world...