Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Lurking in the Shed….
There’s a place where I buy persimmons at every year out in the country. Make it a half day drive and do lunch. I called a friend to see if she’d like to come with me.
She tells me her daughter’s new home has a couple of persimmon trees and her daughter doesn’t eat them and called mom to tell her they’re ripening if she wanted them. Apparently mom doesn’t like persimmons enough to pick them herself but she likes to buy them in a box from someone else who’s picked them. Yeah well me too. You know we’re at that age. But for free we’ll go check them out. Its closer and we can still do lunch.
We get there and the persimmons look OK and we both tried one and they passed the taste test. We can take a bunch. Oops. Which one of us was in charge of bringing a box to pack those suckers home? Now if we were in Amway we’d point fingers at the other guy because no one takes responsibility for nothing and are quick to cast blame cause that's what Amway assholes do. Normal people don’t point fingers and throw out accusations. They work together to see how they can fix it. Its no problem. Daughter says they have some boxes from moving stored in the shed. They’re flattened so just grab a couple and she’ll bring the packing tape outside and put them together for us.
We go in the shed. The kind of stuff you usually see in a shed. Garden tools. A couple of planters. On a shelf are paint cans and a bottle with some pink stuff in it. I thought it was brake fluid or transmission fluid but it looked like a water bottle. I look closer and see oh fuck its an Amway product Perfect Water. And someone put car engine fluid of some type in there? Weird. Then I look again and its flavored Perfect Water. Its got one of those immunity supplements in it so this is a new product since we quit Scamway.
I can’t hold it in. I ask my friend is your daughter in Scamway? She’s surprised and says she doesn’t think so and hopes to hell she isn’t because she knows all the shit I went through thanks to the fucking assholes in our Amway upline. I point to the water bottle and tell her it’s a Scamway product. We both notice its covered in a lot of dust. Daughter shows up and mom confronts her. You’re not in that fucking Amway cult are you? Daughter denies it. Mom points at the evidence. That’s not mine says the daughter. None of that stuff on the shelf we put in there. Those planters were left here too. And that spare tire ain’t ours. She picks up the bottle and looks at it more closely. Throw that shit out I tell her.
But now it becomes a whole lot clearer. Daughter bought the house at a good price due to a foreclosure. Ah ha! The former owners were in Amway.