FELIX FINKELSTEIN
AT HOME
Do we have any dates in this
massage-palace home? Anything
to be eaten in the predominant
refrigerator? Some Tang for the
cat? Some food for the fish in
the tank? Oh, Jeez, I'm so tired
after today - Mr. Canard had me
look up 120 names of clients from
the past 2 years who've not been
heard from lately. That's crazy!
Even for a car dealership; how
many can people buy?
-
There's red ribbons now too,
on all the showroom cars. I had
to put them on last Saturday,
and then the stupid tree. I
can't remember, honestly,
when someone here bought
a new car for someone else
for Christmas. It happens,
but c'mon too!
-
Some wiry family wandered in
today looking for a deal on
new Calixco. Sure, why not?
But their bratty kids were climbing
all about (the wife said, 'See, we
really need the roominess'). They
kept taking the candy too - stuff
put out for 'Christmas cheer.' I
really wanted to whomp on them.
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But, turned out their credit stunk,
they had no trade, and the down
payment they were offering was
a joke. They'd be in debt for a
hundred years, and what kind of
Christmas would that be? I was
glad when they left.
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