Which Reminds Me

Yes, it would be hard for me to imagine a more dreary fate than to spend the rest of my life volunteering for them. All they do is take take take. There they are, always wanting me to buy something from them. Obviously, they never give an inch. They imagine me their slave, to be used to promote basically themselves and their own self-centered glory train. Always throwing boxes at me. Never getting a break. This gets very monotonous,