Arms And The Salesman


Yesterday, the Jr. Salesmen, age 18-19, who was processing my return at Best Buy asked me if I had any plans for the evening.


I said, no, why?  He replied, “It’s Friday!”  Nope, I said, what about your plans? “I’m going to a concert with my friends,” he said.


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Who you are going to see?  I asked.


He paused, smiled and said, “I don’t think you know who they are.”  Realizing what he meant, I said, “You mean I wouldn’t know who they are because I’m too OLD?”  We both laughed.


I ripped the return receipt from his hand, and declared, “Forget it, I don’t want to know.”


He was, of course, correct.