A CALL FROM THE PEN SALESMAN: Thursday, 2:48pm.

By Eric Wrisley

Telemarketer: I'm calling from under a palm tree.

Me: Must be nice. I hope he pitches the pens soon...

Telelmarketer: So, when are you coming to San Diego?

Me: No time soon. Is this guy selling pens, or hitting on me?

Telemarketer: Too bad, I've got a margarita waiting for you on the beach. I should just buy the pens so he stops hitting on me. Yeah, one with black hair down to her what-do-you-call-it. You know what we call that?

Me: No, what do you call it?

Telemarketer: Vitamin She, that's what we call it.

Me: Are you selling pens or hitting on me?

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