FLETCHER'S BLOG
No. Or as I like to say, Hell, No!
Monday, June 28, 2004 7:48 PM
I told him ‘no.’He blinked twice in disbelief as if I was crazy as a mad hatter.
Hell, maybe I am nuttier than a squirrel, but I still said ‘no.’
After finishing his blinking fit, he stammered on about what a generous offer his company was making, about how worthless my land was, and about how saintly he was being. He didn’t even mind pointing out that I could use the money to buy land on the fertile subcontinent and start over (on a much smaller plot, mind you). Gee, that never crossed my mind! Starting over? On fresh soil? Can you do that?
The offer was fair. More than fair, really, but he said his company needed to put trash somewhere and apparently, “Blue Sun wants somewhere to be here.”
I don’t think he was a banker. He definitely wasn’t a salesman. Probably some sort of accountant as he was so comfortable in that custom tailored suit. Whatever he was, he doesn’t hear ‘no’ a lot in his job. But he heard it today and more than once too.
He stomped back to his vehicle, promising never to return, yelling over his shoulder. “We’ll see if any of your neighbors are interested! Hope you don’t mind living next to garbage, Mr. Fletcher!”
I'd rather live next to garbage than silver spoon Alliance trash like you.
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