Bad Sales: Cabin-of-Thing

Stranger experience in a holiday-getaway cabin in the Homeland makes for a capitalism-strangeness of downs.

An eerie holiday-cabin omen. Happy Holidays (thanks for reading), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., NFL) and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' translations/views).

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AMLAN: Well, this snow/cabin retreat for Thanksgiving is ideal for pals.

MARCUS: We make for this cabin and video-games, and friends gather too.

AMLAN: Yes, it was shrewd to refuse our alum-net get-together this year!

MARCUS: The snow-cabin alternative is perfect for life memoir, sure.

AMLAN: Facebook-like!

Amlan and Marcus decided to forego attending this 2nd installment of their hometown area Thanksgiving holiday alum-friends get-together in the American Homeland and went for a snow-cabin getaway where they'd indulge in football video-games and simply allow their other (remainder) alum-buddies to make for memoirs and social media posts for what'd be anticipatory for the next-year (sure).

The cabin was gorgeous and ideal, and Amlan didn't even miss his girlfriend (Esmerelda). The two began enjoying their brought drinks and football video-games on their multiple game/platforms; and they remembered their boyhood-years, pre-college, when sports games were a thing of great feverish fun. The Thanksgiving cabin-retreat was the ideal buddy-getaway for the holidays, a fresh alternative/choice to their otherwise scheduled alum-net get-together dinner (Facebook-like).

On Thanksgiving morning, Marcus answered the cabin door when someone knocked. He was shocked to see a gorgeous saleswoman in leather and coat carrying a bag full of water-guns (toys!), insisting she'd brought some special eco-consciousness sales-pitch to the young gents in the holiday-cabin, having been informed of their stay by the retreat area development manager. She told Marcus she'd prefer to keep her name anonymous but presented her company's business card for pro-courtesy (hmmm).

SALESWOMAN: I'm a bad capitalist, gents.

AMLAN/MARCUS: You know, we made a mistake to all you entry today.

SALESWOMAN: Can't handle a Thanksgiving-morning proposition, heroes?

AMLAN/MARCUS: Why're we to think water-gun purchase is eco-duty?

SALESWOMAN: I could make-love to ya both if you buy these guns for me.

AMLAN/MARCUS: What the Hell are you chattering, sales-lady?

SALESWOMAN: Let's say I'm from the 'dark-side' of capitalism (ha).

AMLAN/MARCUS: If we refuse?

SALESWOMAN: I'll spread the chatter that you're eco-paranoid (sure).

AMLAN/MARCUS: We'll buy your toys (Facebook-like).

SALESWOMAN: Good.

Amlan and Marcus didn't know what to make of this entry and experience in that snow cabin. They now had a chest full of 'eco-toys' (water-guns!) and kept the experience a (dark!) secret. They returned from the cabin awakened to a stranger Realism of the bedfellows of Earthling capitalism/fortune that made for eerie consciousness. The saleswoman was so attractive; they felt helpless, like kids at a toy-store visiting for Xmas-shopping with their wealthy parents (wow).

SHELBYE (Girlfriend): You seem hypnotized playing that video-game, hon.

AMLAN: I'm trying to forget something...can't wait for Xmas, darling!

SHELBYE (Girlfriend): Are you alright, pal?

AMLAN: No...but I will be...capitalism's charm.

SHELBYE: Facebook-like.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)