Friday, January 25, 2013
An Ambot Wants To Be My Friend!!!????
Anyone can get fooled by an ambot and I’m living proof.
I go to the Y to swim and different classes depending on what I feel like doing that day. There’s a group of ladies in one of my classes and on Monday’s we get together afterward at Starbucks down the street. Its not like men aren’t invited. Its just rare that a man shows up for a class. And then comes back again. Once a month we get together at one of our houses and have a potluck lunch.
A new woman joined the class in September I think. Or maybe it was October. She’s around 40. Seems nice enough. We’ve got together a couple of times after class to go for a walk. She invited me over to their house for New Year’s Eve but we already had other plans. Seemed pretty sincere she wanted to be friends with me. Stopped by the shop a couple of times where I was covering and kept me company.
She was eager to host a potluck lunch at her place so her house was on this month. In fact now that I look back on it she was overly eager.
We pretty much drove to her house as a convoy and arrived at the same time. We stood outside waiting for everyone to get there before going to the door together, about a dozen of us. Our new friend greets the first woman at the door with a hug before letting her inside. Then she grabbed the next woman and hugged her too. OK. This is creepy and reminds me of Amway love bombing. Our exercise group is not THAT close. I could see it took some of the women by surprise. I backed the hell away and made it into the house bypassing the hug at the door. Half the women slipped in with me that way too.
The living room and dining room are one big area and its right there when you come into her house. The table is there and she tells everyone to put their food on it. She has set out plates, cutlery, and what the fuck is that? Its Amway cat piss water XS Energy Drinks. Holy shit! You have fucking gotta be kidding me. I mean YOU HAVE REALLY GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!! This bitch is in Amway and I didn’t figure it out. She hasn't tried to flog some of her goods on me before now. What kind of salesperson are you. I look back and realize she was showing a high interest in my life though at no time did she suggest we were fucking morons for having a different business than Amway so she must have been trying to get my confidence up and not alienating me by not insulting our business. I guess its pretty tough to randomly throw out at someone wouldn’t you like to own a business that makes you $75,000 or $100,000 a year when quite clearly we already are there. I look around at the end tables and shelves in the room and I see Amway things like place cards and Nutrilite vitamins. Get fucking real. NOBODY keeps vitamins in their living room. I’m still hanging on to the salad and I know I’m gonna leave cause I don’t want nothing to do with anyone in the Amway scam so I just confront her. “Are you in Amway.” She says “Why yes I am. Have you heard about Amway.” So I give her an earful on what I think about Amway and the fucking assholes in our upline and the lies and the bullshit we had to put up with. I tell her to save her money and her marriage and to get out of the scam now before more damage is done. I tell her I don’t have nothing to do with Amway and I’m leaving. Over half the ladies grab their stuff to leave too. Most people our age have had some contact with Amway and it ain’t never good. But then Lady Ambot starts crying. Holy shit this is really fucking creepy and I start to feel a little bad that I’ve knocked the truth into her. I tell her not to feel bad a lot of people have gotten scammed by this company. It can happen to anyone. Then she screams at me that I’m a dreamstealer and I’m negative and starts going into a tirade that I’ve heard dozens of times from our sack of shit Platinum. I’d think maybe she’s in the same line but our former cult leader got fired from Amway last year so it must be a different asshole same shit. So I just say fuck you and the Amway bus you rode in on and I get the hell out of there.
Everyone left with me after the ambitch tantrum. As we’re regrouping by the cars one of the women says lets go to her house so we all head there. When we’re eating lunch we talk about Ambitch. Some of the women say they’ve had an invitation of some sort from her, she’d invited them to a meeting to hear someone talk about health and sports supplements but no one went. That line might work on someone more athletic in their 20’s. When you get older you don’t want to go to meetings about that stuff. Especially now that we know its disguised as an Amway meeting.
Ambitch didn’t show up to the last couple of classes thank the great Amway god I suppose. Now that we’re on to her she’ll probably cancel her membership and go somewhere else to snipe prospects.