I have fantastic sales resistance, especially when it comes to these TV offers, which are just elaborate exercises in psychological manipulation. My mom, on the other hand, is Lucy Ricardo to the max -- she falls for every silly pitch she hears. She came home from Wal-Mart with a PediPaws awhile back, and I hung my head in despair.
"Mom," I reasoned, "if we can't even get these cats to hold still for a quick snip with a tiny little clipper, how are we going to get them to let us grind their claws down with a big noisy machine?"
"Well... the kitties on TV seem to like it."
"Oh, mom," I said gently, laying a hand on her shoulder. "They've probably got those kitties so hopped up on 'nip they could trim their claws with a lawnmower."
She laughed and we took the blasted thing back to Wal-Mart.
"Mom," I reasoned, "if we can't even get these cats to hold still for a quick snip with a tiny little clipper, how are we going to get them to let us grind their claws down with a big noisy machine?"
"Well... the kitties on TV seem to like it."
"Oh, mom," I said gently, laying a hand on her shoulder. "They've probably got those kitties so hopped up on 'nip they could trim their claws with a lawnmower."
She laughed and we took the blasted thing back to Wal-Mart.