March 6, 2007
Somewhere, Dave Ramsey is crying...
We first met Polo when we were invited to go see one of L' s college roommates. Said roommate invited us over for dinner, telling L he was interested in a new business and wanted his opinion of it. We went, and were surprised when another couple arrived shortly after us. By the time there 8 or 10 couples crowding into the small living room, we realized we had been duped into something we were NOT comfortable with. Polo showed up to give the actual presentation. I'm sure you can all guess what it was. If not, I'll give you a hint. It rhymes with Quixstar.

Needless to say, we weren't impressed. L was honest with his friend (i.e., he thinks it is unethical to convince people who make less than $35k/year that they need to be drinking 2-3 beverages a day which cost over $3 a piece, so they can earn a commission from themselves and become a millionaire. I oversimplify, but you get the point). We haven't seen or heard from L's friend much since then, despite the fact that they had a son a week before we had Hatchling. Very sad. But I digress from my story.

The next time we saw Polo, he knocked on our door selling meat from his truck. His "other" business is some sort of meat shop which delivers to your door. They sell beef, chicken and seafood, and you get a "great deal", but you have to buy it a case at a time. I think we passed it up that time. A year and a house later, he knocked at our door once again. He had an extra case of steaks and could give them to us for half price (ha!) just to get them off of his hands. We love steak, so we bought a case. And it is good meat. Since we don't eat beef that often because we are always counting calories, we still have lots left.

Last Friday, Polo knocked on the door of this, the third house he has found us in. Obviously moving doesn't work if you are trying to avoid this man. Anyway, we told him we still had steak, but chicken we might be interested in. First of all, I thought it was all plain, but in fact it turned out to be flavored varieties. I can live with that. However, when he sold us 82 chicken breasts for $164.00, we didn't realize we would be paying NINE DOLLARS/LB. 82 sounds so much better, no? This is over three times the amount I pay for organic, free range chicken breasts.

Obviously, we can't do math. This had better be the best dang chicken ever. And woe to Polo the next time he knocks on our door.
Blogger 4rest said...
You should submit your story on Dave's Stupid Tax page. I think it is funny and I can relate.

Anonymous Anonymous said...
How was the chicken?