Bits Of Babbling

Deep in the Heart of Canada

I have infiltrated the heart of Acadia posing as a student. But not just any student... a Canadian student, eh?

In other words I've borrowed Meags' computer and Acadia's wireless internet and am now typing from the SUB (Student Union Building... of Doom) in the comfort of my own secluded corner. Across the way there is a lady giving out "free" Acadia shirts, they seem to be free only if you don't value your time since she is handing people an application of sorts that takes all the suckers students a few minutes to fill out. I'm half tempted to run over and see if it is for a credit card or a student survey or whatever since I'm too far to overhear anything past her initial pitch to students "If you want a free t-shirt come on over" which is apparently is quite enticing. I've seen people walking by and pass her then turn around upon hearing this siren's sweet call.

This just in: It sounds as if my initial suspcions were correct, a friend of hers who she tried to hit up declared she didn't need another mastercard. If it was a survey I would have been half tempted to go fill one out for fun, Frank Abignale style. I'm actually suprised at her success rate of getting students to get to her table AND sign up. She is nailing over 50% of 'em with potential debt with her tales of untold t-shirt fortune. The ones she loses heave a sigh as they leave, disappointed by the inevitable catch and yearning for a life in which "free" is actually free. Perhaps they could band together, rise up in revolt, and stage a great T-shirt heist whose story would be passed down from generation to generation - or die out after an hour.

But enough of the grinning cheshire cat in red peddling her wares to the unsuspecting student body, it really isn't all that interesting to anybody but the bored imposter-student in the corner of the room. That guy is pretty strange anyway.

Update: The strange guy in the corner would like you all to know that the T-Shirts are no longer there and now spiffy looking collapsable laundry container things are the bounty students seek. Oddly enough I haven't heard a single call out for students to sign up though. Maybe they aren't entirely sure what the contraptions are and are afraid to mislable them.

No sooner did I type that then the siren in red had been replaced by a man in grey whose pitch queries "Hey there, you guys need a free gift?" Perhaps he truly doesn't know what to call them, perhaps he is too lazy. The world may never know, and the world definitely will never care.

Posted by Michael at January 10, 2005 09:08 AM