Ambot Dick Goes to Amway Spring Leadership

(Thanks Dick for your story!)

I remember one year we were driving down to a major function.

It was myself, my wife, another couple in our downline, and a single
guy in our downline (all friends of ours before the amway scam and
still friends till this very day). We had recently replaced my wife's
car with a brand new van. One of those Ford Wind-star or
Something-Star. Can't remember the exact model name, but it was super
luxo, comfy, cushiony, roomy... Just perfect for a road trip. So I
suggested we all go down together. We were friends as I mentioned so
it wouldn't be like driving for hours with a bunch of people that made
us uncomfortable. Basically, we could all be ourselves and enjoy the
ride, stop and eat, take in some sights etc. The wives insisted we
have some fun cause they never were into the whole amway scam-- they
were just being good wives and playing along.

So. It's a HOT summer day--Hotter than most. We live in Canada and are
driving to the US. So like any NORMAL human being would do on a day
like that-- we were all wearing shorts, tank-tops, sandals... You
know-- beach attire. The a/c was blasting, the van was cold, and we
were all super comfy.

We pull up to the Canada/US border and what do we see??? Ambots
everywhere!!!! Hahahahaha.

Now one of the reasons I love to read your blog so much is because I
can just visualize some of the stuff you describe and I'm really into
the details. I remember reading your post about the clunker brigade
lol. I don't think the border guards had ever seen a bigger
collection of oil leaking, black smoke spewing, clikering clackering,
rusted 17 year old Corollas and Civics at one time... EVER.

So we look over to one particular sub-sub-compact shitbox that looks
like this -------- and we see 5, count em-- FIVE ambots, all suited up
with their fine Italian suits from Walmart (lololol). Wearing their
full gear, ties bound all the way to the top, strangling them. Now
keep in mind it's 32 degrees Celsius (89 degrees Fahrenheit) and
probably closer to 120f with the humidity factored in. And judging
from the amount of sweat, (I'd say perspiration but believe me-- this
was SWEAT), on their faces and on their suits, the a/c in their fine
automobile was NOT working.

Because of all these serious business people all crossing the border
at the same approx time-- we were at a near stand still. We didn't
mind much cause it would give us a chance to stretch our legs as we
slowly crept up to the border guard booth.

So.... Out of our icy cold van comes the unmarried guy in my downline
(we'll call him Bill). Bill, like most of my downline and myself-- was
into the biz as a biz (till we figured out it was impossible to make
money) but couldn't really deal with the stuffiness of the ambots. And
this particular guy was a little ruff around the edges but a good
person none the less. So picture this....

Bill just woke up, he gets out, scratches his head, yawns in a real
annoying way-- kinda loudly and rudely, looks over at that car which
was parallel to us, realizes they're a bunch of ambots, looks at
them... looks again, looks closer, and yells -- "what-da fuck is wrong
wit ya ga-eeezzz?!?!?!?!.... It's fucking boilin!!!!" Imagine the
sheer horror in the ambots' eyes. They looked over completely shocked,
saw Bill in his shorts scratching himself, and quickly looked forward,
in fear.

My married guy friend and I, under the full protection of the new
van's dark, factory-tinted windows, were both laughing so hard that I
had to hold my private parts for fear of peeing on myself. I didn't
recognize any of the ambots in that particular car but still-- I was
sure that eventually, we'd show up at some local event driving that
particular van and we'd run into them, and someone would recognize
that it had been us that day... but I just didn't care-- I couldn't
stop laughing.

It was 150 degrees for sure with the five of them in that car, and you
know how polyester goes with humidity... Hahahaha. They were baking in
there for sure, but they probably attributed it to the fact that they
were so-- fired up, fired up!!!! Yuk!!

I asked the girls how the hell someone could dress that way on a day
like that and cram into a car and drive for hours.

My wife's opinion....
These stupid bastards are driving down there in those clothes cause
they haven't brought any other clothes with them. They have no
intention of paying for a hotel. Whenever there is down time (1:00am
to 8:00am) they're gonna hang around a 24 hour Starbucks just waiting
for the the function to begin. Hey-- why pay for lodging when you
could stand around all night as to not wrinkle your suit!!

She was probably right.