Why I hate the hippie BG salesman

One thing that really irks me about the college community is their propensity to make stupid, retarded purchases. Why everyone thinks it is essential to have a northface hoodie is beyond me. It is a fucking jacket that serves the same purpose as the other 4 million types of jackets out there. It isn’t made from the winged rams golden fleece and it certainly doesn’t make you look any more rad or hip. It’s a huge waste of money. It is almost as unnecessary as one of Enrons purchases. Another stupid fad that needs to die is this fucking rash Yuengling purchases. We get it, it’s new to the area. Does that mean an entire college population needs to change their choice of alcoholic beverage? No, it doesn’t. Sure it tastes better then the original beverage of choice, natty light, but it is a terrible value. College students are always bitching about money, so why go out and buy a 12 pack for $11 when you can get a 30 stack for $14? I am no Adam Smith, but my economics is good enough to know that the value just isn’t there. (on a side note, I really would like people to stop buying Yuengling  because I have to repeatedly stock it at work) But back to the real thing that pisses me off, the hippie salesman at BG.

If you have ever set foot on a college campus during the fall and winter months, then you know what I am talking about. Some hippie, who by no means attends the university, sets up shop in front of a campus building. They play shitty music, dress like a sixties rug couch, and try to get you to buy their crappy merchandise. Not only does their establishment resemble a rundown Bangladeshi street merchant shop, but they also haggle with you about the price like some gypsy from Granada.  They justify their price by saying that their product is one of a kind. Really, because it looks like you have a hundred of the same one under the table shitbasket.  They also try and get you to waste your money on the one Bob Marley poster that seems to exist or on some sort of stupid plant that they swear has some kind of miracle healing powers. Overall these people suck. These hippies have the worst hair, smell like shit and stale weed, and are the worse salesmen I have ever met. Why people spend $20 on some crappy hat and then another $20 on some shitty gloves just blows my mind. Where can you get a hat that looks exactly the same either free or next to nothing? From your grandma.  Trust me, it’s a requirement for all old women to know how to knit, and if you ask them, I’m sure that they will knit you a hat or some gloves. (that is unless they are like Fred SnatchThroat, then you may be out of luck) Your grandmas frail fingers might start to bleed in the process, but that’s what gives the gloves their one of a kind color. Buying anything from these people is about as economically smart as buying another dry erase board when the house you live in already has three.