Recently a local junior high school kid from the neighborhood knocked on our door. He was selling something for glee club and asked if I would help support them. Sure thing kid, I watch Glee, I’m down with your creative vocal talents, let’s see this catalogue of nuts, food or chocolate.
Either this club had huge overhead or the school hadn’t shopped around for efficient fundraisers because the lowest price item was $13. Yup, the items peaked at $45 and started at a Stromboli that our budding vocalist assured me was very good. Continue reading Death of a (kid) salesman