I’m allergic to nuts. Not “projectile vomit anaphylactic shock thrashing on the floor” allergic. More like “they make my throat itch and my lips turn numb” allergic. But enough that I don’t like them and avoid them whenever possible. And I’ve been like this for almost 42 years.
This year, like every year, I went to visit my mother at her house to exchange Christmas presents. For the fourth year in a row, she gave me a zip-loc baggie full of salted pecans that she had charred in the oven. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts.
Then she spent 20 minutes trying to sell me Xango juice. When I politely but firmly told her I was not a potential client and to please peddle her snake oil somewhere else, she tried to get me to sign up as a distributor instead.
It’s a Multi-Level Marketing Christmas!