Super Shammy (said in Travis' radio announcer voice), it slices, it dices, it will soak up that pesky lake in your living room, just one swipe and water is gone!
So, we went to the mall last night and we were successfully dodging the kiosks in the middle. "No thanks, I don't need my nails done, my hair straightened, or any German Roasted Nuts." So how did the Super Shammy guy stop us? When I say "us" I should say "me". I pride myself in being a tower of resolve, nerves of steele (well, almost), and in being polite but firm- at least I answer them instead of just walking by and acting like they're not there. In my defense though there were like 3 other people in the mall so our "herd" defense was useless- he was talking directly to me as I walked by- UGH! I was caught. Well, he surprised us by giving a presentation with everything he had. I actually felt a little sorry for him that of all the jobs in the world he was pushing Super Shammies. At the end I, of course, pulled the chicken maneuver and deferred to Travis. I figured as in everything else when my yellow streak gets the best of me I can always count on him BUT he decided to buy one. Oh, did I say one? Because "last night only- if we agreed to proudly display our Super Shammies- we would get 4 fabulous Super Shammies for the amazing price of $22 including tax! So I now have 4 amazingly absorbent Super Shammies...I guess I should start encouraging the girls to spill things to get our monies worth.