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Sunday, May 23, 2004 Its official: there is no meaning to life without chocolatesSome telemarketer called just now and launched a verbal barrage right away. I listened out. He asked me if I was familiar with his hotel. I said yes. He asked me when the last time I was there. Never, I replied. Not deterred by monosyllabic answers, he ploughed ahead suggesting of a wonderful opportunity to visit his hotel. He asked me if I liked dining out. I said no, which is true as well. Still he goes on, reeling off why his hotel can have me change my opinion of a dining out experience. Here I cut him short and asked him where his hotels were, he listed four of them. And I said, I don’t drive since I don't have a license and even if I did, I don’t like dining out. End of story. He was amused and laughingly said as much. End of story, I repeated. End of story. Now I can go and get myself a Kit Kat. |
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