Last Sunday, PC and I went out for lunch. While we were eating, we saw a really nice car drive through the restaurant's parking lot. Its license plate read: EBAY 1.
THAT was the catalyst for the following conversation:
Me: Hey, check it out! That guy's license plate says EBAY 1!
PC: I've seen that car before! That guy probably makes a living selling stuff on ebay. He probably sits at his computer all day...in his pajamas...drinking coffee...totally unaware of the everyday rat race that normal people have to deal with.
Me: Lucky bastard...
***FAST FORWARD ONE HOUR LATER***
Me: Why are we circling the parking lot?
PC: I'm looking for the ebay car.
PC: I want to see if the car will give us any clues as to what the guy sells.
Me: That's dumb. If that dude's making a crapload of money selling stuff online, do you really think he's going to give his "secrets" away, so ANY schmo can steal his ideas and cut into his business? I mean...Do you honestly think that he's going to be ridiculous enough to have a bumper sticker on his car that says, "I SELL DILDOS ON EBAY?"
PC: *shaking his head* Really???
PC: Of all the things that he could sell online, the first thing that popped into your head was dildos?
Me: Well, by the looks of his fancy, schmancy car (A BRAND NEW JAGUAR, PEOPLE!), I'll deduce that he must sell a SHITLOAD of stuff. And because SEX SELLS and people are PERVS, my educated hypothesis is that he's probably the Ebay Entrepreneur of Dildos.
PC: I WILL NEVER, EVER understand you.
Me: And I will NEVER, EVER understand why you'll NEVER understand me. I'm really very reasonable.