Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Rawles Survivors

My copy arrived today. Wow, that was fast.

Guess what I'll be doing this evening....go ahead, guess.


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Sales Weasel

His name....haven't the foggiest idea. He graces my shop with his presence at least once a quarter. He comes in with a cheap assortment of Chinese made self-defense gadgets; batons, handcuffs, ink pens with little blades hidden inside, junk like that.

The bull begins the moment the door closes, "Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen, what a deal I give you today...oh, such a good deal."

I seldom if ever make a purchase. It's trash, cheaply made by children's hands; plastic or pot metal mall ninja toys.

Yesterday his arms overflowed with deals. Let's call him, 'Ahab.' Slight little dark fellow, kinda greasy. Mouth runs at standard lip numbing speed, spittle.

"Oh, Mr. Stephen, please Sir, check out this deal I have for you. Today, only today, I give you six of the wonderful combat batons. See, I snap it extends. It's very good quality, to reverse its spring just slap on floor, hard, like this." He takes the baton in both hands and delivers, indeed, a hard blow to the tip of the baton. It doesn't retract. He tried again. SMACK. I swear, his arm vibrated.

I said, "No thanks."

Next he whips out a little pink box. Pepper spray, in pink, mind you, "Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen, please you take this for the lovely wife, girlfriend, they will love it....poof, see, just push button and it blind and cripple their foe."

It's always the same. First one piece of junk then another. Prices are super inflated. Which brings on this...

"Oh, Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen." Always twice. He wears it out. "Mr. Stephen please Sir, look at this little beauty."

He whips out a little box, a plastic light weight stun gun. Granted it'll put a hurt on your every day run of the mill democritter, but still, it lacks quality.
He snaps on the gadget and hits the red button, snap. Then, "And, Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen, it has a built in flashlight."

I say, "So what." Then reach into my pants and take out my Surefire, "I do too." I carry it 24/7, and mine works.

The last seemed to piss him off. He shifted from foot to foot. Wiped his nose. Looks me in the eye and said, "Mr. Stephen, Mr. Stephen, for you my friend I give you this most wonderful self-defense weapon for only $35.00."


He turns and walks towards the door; can I be this lucky.

"Okay," He said, "I drop the price to $25.00, and lose profit."

I smile. Blink a few, and then, "Ahab, you and I both know this is a piece of junk. Tell 'ya what I'll do, today and only today. I'll give you ten dollars."

He turns, blink, blink.

"But, Mr. Stephen, Sir, I must make profit."

"You are, even at ten bucks. I know you only paid five dollars, if that, for it."

Later, after he took my ten dollars and safely tucked it away in his pocket, he turns to me and said, "Mr. Stephen, you must have middle eastern blood."

I chuckle, "You mean with my blond hair and Irish last name and all."

He smiled, "No, Mr. Stephen. Because you have brown eyes."

Later in the day it came to me. He meant I was full of bull@#it.