One day you hear a knock on your door and you go to answer it.
“Hello,” the young boy says, “I am here selling fruit would you like any?”
“Why yes,” you say, “I would like 400 thousand pounds of grapefruits.”
“Sir we i only have 10 grapefruits with me in my car.”
“What the fuck?”
“Excuse me, sir?”
“You call yourself a fucking businessman?”
“No sir i’m just a high school student trying to fund raise.”
“Get the fuck off my property. You are disgrace to grapefruit salesmen everythwere.”
Suddenly you rip off your shirt revealing another shirt underneath which reads “Number One Grapefruit Salesman In America.”
“Oh sir! I am so sorry!” the boy says running down your front walk dropping a crate of assorted citrus fruits.
“Leave those there!” you scream, “You do not deserve to carry such beautiful fruits.”
