She stopped me while I was carrying 2 shopping bags in each hand. It was raining this afternoon and my feet were wet. “sorry, I am really not interested in your products.” I said grouchily.
Not easily backed down by a simple refusal, the young woman continued pushing her product. She beset, I fenced. She persuaded, I refused. Then she execute her ultimate deadly stroke “How old are you boy? Twenty something?”
I ended up buying what she was selling. Flattery always win.
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