December 8, 2010


Pink Floyd, Atom Heart Mother 1970







And then yesterday happened.





Too late. 






Alecia said...

My husband is a sucker for children selling things as well. Luckily they don't usually sell things that are that expensive. Cable companies should really look into somehow avoiding child labor laws for some pint-sized salespeople who could probably outsell the adults...

Olivia said...

In my house, I am more like your husband and my husband is like you. He is the negotiator and finder of all deals. I however, have been known to ask my husband to stop negotiating because "the sales guy already came down X dollars." Actually, that only happened once because of the look on my husband's face. Now I keep my trap shut until a deal has been made, then I go over the contract and terms.

D. Jain said...

Ha, that's funny, my MIL is staying with us and just told me the other day that she was obsessed with golgappas while she was pregnant with my husband.

My husband is the opposite of yours when it comes to bargaining/dealing with salespeople. He lives for getting the best deal on stuff, for talking salesmen down, for wringing out every last penny possible. It's like a sport for him! ;-) Meanwhile, I feel embarrassed to ask for discounts (or for raises, etc.).

Faiqa said...


Dude. I use that one aaallll the time.

Also, mmm, golgappas...

LL said...

This made me laugh. My dad is the exact same way. If he ever answered the phone when it was a telemarketer it'd be a thirty minute phone call, with him listening politely, and gravely considering all the pros and cons of whatever they're selling. If it was my mom, it was a firm, polite, and BRIEF "we're not interested, thanks." Same thing with the front door. After we ended up with way too many girl scout cookies one year (no such thing, I say), she barred him from purchases over $20. Good luck with your new cable!

Monkey McWearingChaps said...

Ha! I have been known to shriek about submissive girls off the mothership, though every desi girl I know is a glinty-eyed minx (including my own village-raised mom) so what I want to know is...where are all these submissive village girls desi parents are always on the hunt for as it regards their Golden Boy. Because mostly I think 99% of desi girls are faking it till someone puts a ring on it.

Meagan @ The Happiest Mom said...

I used to be a bleeding heart for salespeople, but after being burned/annoyed a few times I've become quite ruthless. I've even been known to yell down from an upstairs window "NOT INTERESTED! NOT COMING TO THE DOOR!"

For the first 5 months of my last pregnancy we lived in a large city with a huge row of Indian restaurants a few blocks away. I lived on that food. Then we moved to a small town in my sixth month--a small town with ZERO INDIAN RESTAURANTS.

I actually cried, once or twice, for want of a samosa.