Am A Pushover, Will Travel

(I’m known to be bit of a pushover at times. I’m especially weak against magazine salesmen who call me. I feel so sorry for them that I end up ordering magazines I’m not really interested in. My roommate makes fun of me for this.)

Salesman: “So, what do you say? Would you like to order [Magazine about travelling]?”

Me: *trying desperately to come up with some kind of refusal* “Oh… well… I can’t. My roommate would make fun of me.”

Salesman: “Your roommate? You know what; let’s make it a gift order for your roommate. Let’s see, that would be [price]. What do you so say?”

Me: *sighs* “Okay…”

(I later I try to explain this to my roommate.)

Me: “So, I ended up ordering this magazine for you…”

Roommate: “What kind of magazine?”

Me: “A travel magazine…”

Roommate: “Neither of us travels.”

Me: “Well, we could travel…”

(Later still, both of us have gone home for a few weeks. I come back earlier and check the mail. Following exchange is through text messages.)

Me: “You have a few letters waiting for you here. Oh, and [Magazine].”

Roommate: “Sounds like everything is as it should be. Except for [Magazine].”