At least it isn't selling pesticide.
What about the creepy guys who go into the BYU dorms and try to sell memory aids or BYU "frat" apparrel.
I know 2 BYU guys who did the pesticide thing, one loved it and the other guy hated it and started to hate himself.
These rackets are one step above the inner-city traveling troupes of magazine sub. salespersons.
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