The annoying co-worker I’ve written about before has now mentioned that she has a guy coming to the house tomorrow to show her magnet products. She visited his booth at the fair :rolleyes: and he convinced her that she needs magnets to feel better.
“I had a headache and I put a magnet up to my forehead and it went away after 15 minutes.” (about the same time it would have gone away anyway?)
He will be selling her something she has to sleep on.
I already don’t like her so I am ready to deride her idea about magnets; the woman I like I simply quietly pity when she mentions how well ear candles work.
I’ve posted elsewhere before about my parents’ neighbor who died of detected, easily curable testicular cancer because his wife insisted on avoiding the evil doctors and treating the cancer with herbs, aura manipulation, and magnets. These scammers can all go to hell.
I just want to join them. Sounds like easy money.
I had a booth at a fair once, where I was selling computer games and the guys opposite me were selling flaky pseudo science.
One had a booth promoting the “study of negative effects of digitized music on the soul”. He sold pamphlets and requested donations for more research. He had a radio with earphones and a meter so you could “see” how upset the digital music made your heart.
Another had magic green powder, that when blended with the ordinary looking expensive blenders he sold would turn any vegetable into a complete meal. I suspect the powder was ground dried peas. The powder was only sold by subscription, paid many months in advance, so it could be shipped fresh weekly.
The third would “photograph your aura”. He had an oldfashioned 3-/12"x5" bellows color Polaroid camera, which had a removable cartridge back. He would slide a gelatin slide over the film pack, to make the whole picture turn blue, green, red, or yellow. The camera was connected by wide computer ribbon cable to a box the sucker held, to “strengthen the signal.” The wires weren’t even connected up. They were held to the camera and the box with duct tape. For $10, it was a stupid thing to buy even as a goof to show your friends. But the worst part was that, phony as it was, some people would believe it and ask what the colors meant (he had a chart), despite his manipulating the gelatin sheets while he was giving the spiel.
My friend got RADS from inhaling chemicals at work and was disabled. She was going through whatever conventional treatment this called for. Her “friend” who sold magnets? “Let me know when you’re ready to get well.” Bitch.