Shopping at Wal-mart

I was hauling a 35lb bag of cat litter into the trunk of my car, all the while complaining to no one particular as to why Buffy was still allowed to be an indoor cat during the prettiest months of the year, when suddenly my inward complaints were interrupted.
"Excuse me ma'am are you nice?" Surprised, I looked around for the voice. A bit irritated at being interrupted, I wasn't feeling very nice, I hate shopping, I hate Wal-mart, I hate lines (I had just finished standing in one for 20 minutes), and I had a growing dislike for the young man standing in front of me who insisted in calling me "ma'am".
Turning to face him I smiled sweetly and told him that occasionally I could BE nice. He then went on to ask me if I were in college, I said yes; then he wanted to know where, I told him Tennessee; at which point he asked where again, and when I said Chattanooga his face lit up, "Well then you have to be nice!" he said which a smile, "Everyone in Tennessee is real nice!" I had a sinking feeling that he wasn't going to go away quickly.
Suddenly he asked, "You read magazines?" To tell the truth, I don't. And getting this unwelcome visitor to understand that I had no interest in buying anything from him was going to be hard.
Calmly I told him, "No, I don't." As if not hearing, he went into his memorized speech. He told me all about how whatever he was selling was going to help him pay for college somehow (still don't know how), but more importantly he could be picked to travel anywhere in the world for 2 weeks. He asked if I had ever been to Amsterdam, I told him that I hadn't, he said that is where he wanted to go, cause he had never been there. I almost wanted to ask him if he had ever been to Micronesia and if not to look up hesaidgo.net and find something better to do with his time then annoy already irritated Wal-mart shoppers...but of course I didn't mention it.
He could tell that I really wasn't interested in what he was selling so he pressed a bit harder...trying to get me to buy a magazine subscription from him because he was good looking. That was a bit much to handle, the guy was wearing a baggy yellow t-shirt, baggy jeans, his blond long hair looked like it hadn't been combed in weeks, and he reeked of cigarette smoke. I mean if he wanted anyone to take him seriously and buy a magazine subscription from him, you would think that he might dress up a bit, cut his hair and not smoke a cigarette 2 minutes before talking to a possible customer.
I finally was able to explain to him that I was not interested, I did not want any magazines and I wanted to leave before Friday afternoon traffic got any worse.
He glared in my direction as I turned and picked up the 2nd 35lb bag of cat litter, stalking off he shouted over his shoulder, "You aren't very NICE!"
"Oh well," I thought starting my car, "I didn't come to Wal-mart to please you anyway."