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Poor Schmuck
I just got a call on my business line from a guy who was peddling the dead-tree LA Times.
Me: No, thank you. I've no use at all for that paper. My parakeet died, by puppy's been trained, and I don't fish any more, so I don't need the wrap.
Him: But it's only $2.75 a week! What can we do to get you to subscribe?
Me: How much will you pay me to read it?
Him: I love this job. Have a good day, sir.
Posted by Rand Simberg at June 11, 2004 08:42 AM
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Gotta admire his candor and sense of humor.
Grace under pressure.
Posted by Mike Puckett at June 11, 2004 11:49 AM
"How much will you pay me to read it?" is the wrong question.
A better question would have been "How much of your advertising revenue are you willing to give me so that you can tell advertisers that a high-value person such as myself is receiving the adverts that they place in your fine publication?"
They are, after all, in the business of selling your eyeballs. It's about time that they paid for what they're selling.
Posted by Andy Freeman at June 13, 2004 05:06 PM
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