...but not haha

Friday we went out saling yearbook-ads, we weren't saleing a damn thing, but we were having fun.The last ass-hole said no before we were even half way in the door, but there was the sign for the Asian Express just across the street, so why not. (I know I don't have a bumper on my ass but I know they say us running across the highway like lost deer). We were gonna try to sale this one last ad before heading back to the school. It was my turn to sale an ad so I go up to the door - what's with the dirty sandles outside? Oh, I get it they're trying to be attentic- not an oz of common sense- I start twisting the door knob, but it's locked, and looking through the door window - Nice big screen, this place looks homey- common sense should've kicked in by now - suddenly, I'm eye to eye with this old Asian guy, he looked at me as if I was a killer. He opens the door very slowly and I throw him my sales pitch - "Hi, sir. We're from the Crockett High School yearbook staff...blah...blah...blah... [insert fake smile here]" - nothing- he tells this girl to talk to us and walks off - maybe to serve the customers, but why is he in his pajamas - damn I'm dumb. The girl nods like she understands what I'm talking about, but she has this expression like she doesn't. She tells us her mother is away and that we were not at a resturant but a house. My mouth dropped. When she closed the door in our faces, we just busted out laughing. Monday we decided we're just gonna ride around, fuck those damn ads.