E-Sniggerettes

On a recent trip to Jersey Gardens, Biggie and I wandered over to the E-cigarette booth.  I’d read articles about the wonders of e-cigarettes before (plus my preferred brand is now $10.50 a pack in New York City), so we were excited to see the thing in action.  Unfortunately, the salesperson was spectacularly uninterested in selling his product, and his marketing efforts were limited to monosyllabic answers to our inquiries.  We walked away supremely underwhelmed and none the wiser about the product.

“Wow, he was unhelpful.”
“Yeah!  He was, like, all burnt out…”
“Yeah…”
“You’d think he’d have lit up at seeing potential customers…”
“…Yeah.”
“Where was his burning drive to make a sale?”
“…Mm.”
“There was no spark of enthusiasm!”
“Are you done?”
“Maybe.”
“Okay-”
“Most salesmen puff up at seeing a potential customer!”
“…”
“…Yeah I’m done.”
“Thank you for that. Okay now-”
“He was a real jack-ash, wasn’t he.”

Sorry.  I know it hurts, butt it’s like a bad habit.  I’m addicted.  If my puns tarnish his brain, he’ll just have to try to filter it out of his hearing.

Y’all take care now.