Current mood:

AMAZED

Eggs, Sausage, and Spam.
So Mat and I were perusing the mall yesterday for last-minute things I'll need for my trip (Canucks sweater, new bag, taxes, etc) and then we decided to get food. We order and find a table in Ye Olde Food Court when the following event takes place:

I'm stuffing my face, and this woman walks infront of our table and says, "Hi I was wondering if...." (at this point I thought maybe I knew her or she recognized me from somewhere) "....you had a minute to talk about Angela's Hair Salon."

Oh fuck me. It's a living, breathing spam e-mail.

This woman actually sat in the seat beside me going on about some 90% discount on hair cuts while I'm trying to eat my fucking food before it gets cold, never made eye contact with her once. Finally she said, "Do you get many hair cuts?" To which I replied, "No. I cut my own hair." and proceeded to keep eating. She got up and left.

If that wasn't the rudest, most intrusive thing any salesperson has ever done, I don't know what is short of them following you into a bathroom stall trying you sell you laxatives or something.

Salespeople now outrank Lawyers as the reigning scum of the earth. Do they not realize that people don't LIKE being accosted with sales-pitches? Fucking hell.