So lately I’ve been tending to this massive infatuation I have with my iPhone; so much even that I’ve been trying to sell it to my girlfriend. Not my particular phone of course but yunno, iPhones altogether – as if the big Apple© really needs my help to sell their products. But the more she reminds me that I sound like a genuine sales person the more it sets in of just how right she may be. This little gadget is my salvation and I’m eager for it to be her lifeline as well. And while it seems noble in itself that I would want to share such an apparent joy with her, what could it mean if I’m just an outrageous sales person willing to sell anything I stumble across? gasps, say it aint so!
This isn’t the first time I’ve come by this self-realizing concern either. Anything that I enjoy emphatically I end up reckoning others should be just as emphatic about. I’ve got to admit, it is borderline excessive and after committing the antic I sometimes feel like a tool – like, “why can’t I be more reserved about the things I enjoy; the same way other people tend to be? Why do I always pitch it so enthusiastically?”
And I'll add, there never really seems to be an exception to those things of which I ‘pitch.’ I’ll sell you just about anything; from my diet plan, to an artistic critique, a religious perspective, a preference of gaming console even (Sony trolls beware). Too, I’ll be quite determined about it with no regard to taboo-topics. I don’t make it a habit to play by the rules of consideration. It’s more like “sell this bitch or bust!”
Yet, my hustle is as genuine and honest as they come. I won’t sell you anything I wouldn’t use myself. So without further ado, iPhones start at $200 ($300, if you're me) with new AT&T contracts; get em’ while they’re hot. And if you’re having doubts about purchasing one, feel free to email me. I’ll gladly handle those for you.
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