Lets start off with our first encounter with Darren was our last. Darren called us about four different times because my spouse was dumb enough to talk with this guy at a party and said we could use a little advice. This guy literally sat at our kitchen table smelling like a combination of old spice and whiskey. The first 15 minutes he sat there boring us with his dumb football stories. From looking at his girth Mr. Boyer we suspected he couldn't run across the field or even fit in a uniform anymore.
In an attempt to knock down the breath we offered him a piece of cake, which he ate with his hands in about 1 minute. When he reached over to get his brief case to show us his "dynamic" sales gimmick he ripped a loud fart. He tried to act like it didn't happen and started asking us about our account balances. After 20 minutes we couldn't take it anymore. There was no way this guy was getting a dime of our money. We told him we were in a hurry and had to get to our kids basketball game.
We told him we would call him back but in reality we wouldn't call this guy back to watch our dog.
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