So I’m waiting on a guy today that says he wants to buy a set of S.T.Dupont lighters
for a man and a woman.
I’m thinking, “Sure you do.”
These lighters retail for 4oo – 5oo$ a piece.
And I’m thinking Ka-ching.
I show him several lighters when he says, “I’ll take these two.”
Make that a double Ka-ching.
I put the lighters in a nice bag and rang him up.
He whips out his credit card and away we go, off to pray to the AMX moneygod.
I swear the guy standing in line behind Mr. Dupont of the Day dropped a load in his pants right there.
Here’s this guy shelling out money like it’s free and I’m wondering if I have enough gas in my truck to get home because I don’t have a cent to my name.
How do things get so incredibly out of balance?
Maybe I’m just not meant to know.
It still messes with my head, which I’m still scratching like a losing lottery ticket.
I know alot about them…