living a cliche

Apparently the carpet salesmen around here have quite the racket going. They get your attention on the street, invite you into their shop, serve you apple tea, and charm you nine ways till Sunday until you buy a carpet just so you can get the hell out of there. I was warned about this from several places, so I knew what to expect. And sure enough, every carpet store I walked past I heard, "Hello! May I say hello? May I ask you something?" and so on, and just kept on walking, until this afternoon, when I walked past one I liked the look of and decided to turn back around.

So we drank the tea and chatted a bit, until it seemed time to take my leave, whereupon he invited me to dinner tonight, and I accepted. Scoff if you will, and you probably will, but one of things I always whine about is that I can never choose to say yes, only no ... for once, I chose to say yes. Now I wish I'd thought to bring something nicer to wear.