when i was a teenager i had a terrible job (/mlm cult indentured servitude) selling framed art prints to businesses door-to-door. i was the reason “no soliciting” signs exist. once, driving through the resort towns of colorado, i stopped at a business and held up my wares, which must have been two framed dali prints. the business owner replied, “no thanks, i have originals!” and rather than scooting me away as was the custom, invited me in to gaze at flat-file drawers full of unseen dali drawings. it was really neat but i still couldn’t afford to eat that day.
p.s. the comment link for this story is broken i came in the back way because that’s what solicitors do.
