Well, due to overwhelming peer pressure in VFC, I've entered the blogging world once again. Maybe I'll have something worth saying this time around. I just entertained people with pictures of random things last time... like the rat that ate all of my peanut butter crackers. Anyways, the dorkface roomie, Holly, said, "MAN-- I wish I still had a xanga!" after a rowdy hour session with a Kirby vacuum salesperson. So the afternoon went like this:
*Entering the house and hearing what sounds like a hurricane/volcano landing on our living room*
Holly: This is Brittany! She's vacuuming our floor!
Salesgirl: This is our Kirby system!
Me: Oh yeah, my parents have a Kirby from 1970. It's so heavy I can barely push it... don't forget to hit my room.
*Vacuuming proceeds for 7 more minutes while dust bunnies from 1960 are eradicated from our floor, then a knock and a male voice. I finally leave my room*
Holly: Look what came off our sofa cushions!
Salesman: Would you eat off one of these? *holding up the sticky circles of dust*
Holly: I'd lick it.
Me: I eat off those sofas all the time. I ate off the floor yesterday. (I honestly did.)
Salesman: All right, well, we don't need to be wasting each other's time.
Needless to say, we did not purchase a Kirby vacuum, and may have offended the salespeople. Holly feebly tried to salvage the conversation by talking about where they go to church and giving the girl a VFC card during the 10 minutes it took to put up the 2,001-piece vacuum. I'm sure God will plant a seed in their lives through even our greatest failings at evangelism.
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What were Kirby salesmen doing in the home of college students anyways?? College students can't afford a Kirby!! :) I can't afford a Kirby!
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