Every year, I go out to the country and buy persimmons from a stand that has been there for years. Drive for half the day, then stop for lunch along the way. I reached out to a buddy to see if she would be interested in accompanying me.
She explains to me that her daughter's new home includes a pair of persimmon trees, and that her daughter doesn't eat them, but that she has contacted her mother to let her know that they are ripening if she wants some. In spite of the fact that mum does not care for persimmons enough to harvest them herself, she enjoys purchasing them in a package from someone else who has done the picking. Yeah, I'm one of them. You are aware that we have reached that stage of life. We'll go check them out, though, because it's free. It's closer, and we can still go out to lunch after that.
When we arrive, the persimmons appear to be in good condition, and we both sampled one and found it to be satisfactory. We'll take a large number of them. Oops. I'm not sure who was in charge of making sure a box was brought to the house to transport those suckers. Now, if we were in Amway, we'd point fingers at the other man because no one accepts responsibility for anything and everyone is ready to point fingers at the other guy because that's what Amway jerks do is point fingers at one other. Normal people do not point fingers and level accusations at one another. They collaborate to figure out what went wrong and how to solve it. It's not a problem at all. Daughter claims that they had some moving boxes stashed in the shed from the previous move. You can just grab a couple of them, and she'll bring the packing tape outside and put them back together for you.
We go into the storage shed. Things like this are typically seen in a storage shed. Gardening equipment. A couple of planters, to be precise. Paint cans and a container containing some pink liquid are displayed on a shelf. When I first saw it, I assumed it was brake or transmission fluid, but it turned out to be a water bottle. I take a closer look and see it's an Amway product called Perfect Water. And someone squirted some sort of engine fluid into the mixture? Weird. Then I take another look and see that it is flavoured Perfect Water. It has one of those immune supplements, therefore this is a new product for us since we stopped using Scamway products.
I can't keep it in any longer. I inquire of my friend, "Does your daughter live in Scamway?" It takes her by surprise, but she insists that she doesn't believe it, and I hope to hell that she is wrong because she is well aware of the shit I've been through because of the fucking asses in our Amway upline. I point to the water bottle and explain her it's a Scamway product, which she understands. It's covered in a thick layer of dust, which we both notice. When the daughter arrives, the mother confronts her. You aren't a member of the filthy Amway cult, are you? It is denied by the daughter. Mom draws attention to the evidence. She claims that it is not her father's property. We didn't place any of the stuff on the shelf we built for it. Those planters were also left at this location. Furthermore, that extra tyre is not ours. She takes the bottle from the table and examines it more closely. I told her to throw that shit out of the window.
However, things are becoming much more evident. Because of a foreclosure, my daughter was able to purchase the house at a reasonable price. Aha! That's it! The previous proprietors worked for Amway.
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