Happened to me twice this week, getting solicited like a patron walking outta French Maid on 3rd Ave, I was appoarch by these credit card kiosk people. Once at the airport, another at T&T supermarket by Harvest Hills.
But, am I an ass for playing games with them? Saying shit like:
- I got no job
- I make minimum wage
- I'm only 15 years old
- My flight's leaving (but it wasn't, and I just sat down at the gate where he kept on staring at me for the next 45 mins)
- My parents pay off my credit card debt anyways (they don't, but I'm just saying that)
- I bank with (someone else) but that's true. / I don't like your bank
It seems kinda mean, but it kinda isn't... they halt you over like they're your best friend from high school, start pimping you up like you're the man, then they try to get you to sign your life away.
The one at the airport played it cool, he's like: "well just take at look anyways, it doesn't matter if you sign with me or sign with the bank later on"
Then I says, "yea, I think I'll just sign up at the bank when I get back... I gotta catch a flight." That was the quickest smile-to-frown I've ever seen in life.