Bill and Ben, The Sandwich Men
Click on the sandwich board!
Eh, Bill, how long have we been standing in that there widget on the side?
Dunno, Ben, couple of months maybe? Why?
Don’t you reckon it’s enough? What are we doing here anyway? Waiting for Godot?
Never mind. Thing is, I’m fed up. Aren’t you?
Well, Ben, now you come to mention it, that’s a very good point. I am also fed up. How about we skedaddle?
Not today, we can’t. Says in our contract we got to give three weeks’ notice.
Ah. Didn’t know that.
Always read the fine print, Bill. Scoot without any warning and Bausse’ll take you to court. Wouldn’t want that now, would we?
Definitely not, Ben. I reckon I can handle three more weeks. And you?
Sure. Worth it for a few more clicks. Every time we get one, it makes me all warm inside, know what I mean?
Yeah, I get that too. I jump for joy in fact.
I’ve never seen you do that.
In my mind, Ben, in my mind. You know, once we’re gone, that’s it as far as the deal is concerned. A free copy of One Green Bottle in return for an Amazon review. Three weeks from now, if anyone wants to read it, they’ll have to pay $4.85.
Still a very reasonable price, Bill, if you ask me.
I quite agree. But they’re better off clicking while they’ve still got the chance, wouldn’t you say?
I would, Bill, definitely. Especially as it makes me warm inside. Not forgetting your exuberant leap in the air.
In my mind, Ben, in my mind.