My wife just informed me that she had inquired at a local gym about getting some personal training. The sales rep told her that they were running a special–something like 35% off–but it just so happened to expire at 8 o’clock that night–two hours from the time she called me. Uh-huh. I didn’t know the 30th was such a logical choice for a day to end a promotion (unlike, say, the 31st?). We talked it over, and decided that the money wasn’t there. I hang up. That’s that, right? Hah!
She calls me five minutes later. The sales rep calls over “her manager.” The manager quotes an even more reduced rate, but Darcy has to take advantage of it RIGHT NOW.
Gymnasium reps. I don’t think there’s a single one I’ve met on the gym floor who didn’t seem to be salivating from his/her eyeballs every time they looked at me. And the “let me call my manager” bit? Here’s an idea–why don’t you just call your manager over NOW and save me the trouble of staring at the form, trying to figure out how to say “no thanks?”
I mean, seriously, do they think I was born yesterday?
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Well, Darc and I talked it over, and we’re getting her the training. And for all of you who want to wish me a belated birthday…you’re off by a day. And get bent.