Be careful walking through Great Northern Mall. Every twenty feet there are kiosks and booths set up with pimply-faced youths hawking everything from hair care to cheese.
The most vicious of these has got to be the Hitler-youth gang hired to run the T-Mobile wireless phone booth. Although I’m always careful to avoid eye contact they call out to everyone walking by like cheap street-walkers.
Hey sir, can I ask you something?
Excuse me, ma’am, do you have a moment?
Little girl, can you get your Daddy for me?
Oh, I like your shirt!
Me love you long time!
Jesus Christ guys leave us alone! One time my wife got caught in their trap and when she told them we were already with another provider they suggested that we cancel our service (and incur the huge cancellation fee) and sign a contract with them.
Lack of business ethics aside, I imagine there is some T-Mobile salesman training school where prospective employees are placed in a room and try to convince Muslims to eat pork by administering only noogies, pink-bellies and purple-nurples.