Three days ago I was approched, in a Wal-Mart parking lot, by a young man who talked extreamly fast. He told me that he was trying to sell magazines to earn points to go to film school. That he wanted to be like Robin Williams. My husband has a soft heart, so he took out $60 and gave it to the man for a subscription to Shapes Magazine. All fine and dandy. Well, earlier this evening, a different young man came to my home and was selling the same things, but this time it was for a trip to some island. I tried to tell him that I had... read full review »