Amethyst
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I've decided I need to spend less time on the ER Forum. Not because I'm not getting everything else done, but because it is (duh duh duh DUNNNN) affecting my brain. I have had what is possibly the first known Financial Advisor (Dreaming) Nightmare.
Last night I dreamed that a young man and woman, dressed like the religious door-to-door people, came to our house selling FA services. Mr. A. had already invited them in, and they were seated at the kitchen table, pitching to him. They were obviously focusing on Mr. A. because he doesn't read this forum, doesn't care about investing, and isn't as suspicious as his mean old wife. I immediately asked, "But can you beat Vanguard?" They started to hem and haw, and I thought I'd won, but no...
One of them said something to Mr. A. about "Only costs a dollar!" I jumped in with, "A dollar per thousand dollars in our portfolio, you mean?" The other one rolled her eyes. They were on about special high-yield investments that we could only buy through them. I said firmly, "I don't think you have anything to offer us. I have to go work now, so you will have to leave." They got up and were pretending to walk toward the front door, but I just KNEW that the moment my back was turned, they would come back on some pretense and try to get Mr. A. to sign something. Maybe they would pretend to be stuck in our snowy driveway and call him on their cell phones to come and dig them out (which he would do).
Finally I got so upset, it woke me up. I told Mr. A all about the dream - he was laughing - and promised that if any FA's come to the door, he'll send them packing.
But...I think it means I really, really need to stay away from youse guys for a while...
Amethyst
Last night I dreamed that a young man and woman, dressed like the religious door-to-door people, came to our house selling FA services. Mr. A. had already invited them in, and they were seated at the kitchen table, pitching to him. They were obviously focusing on Mr. A. because he doesn't read this forum, doesn't care about investing, and isn't as suspicious as his mean old wife. I immediately asked, "But can you beat Vanguard?" They started to hem and haw, and I thought I'd won, but no...
One of them said something to Mr. A. about "Only costs a dollar!" I jumped in with, "A dollar per thousand dollars in our portfolio, you mean?" The other one rolled her eyes. They were on about special high-yield investments that we could only buy through them. I said firmly, "I don't think you have anything to offer us. I have to go work now, so you will have to leave." They got up and were pretending to walk toward the front door, but I just KNEW that the moment my back was turned, they would come back on some pretense and try to get Mr. A. to sign something. Maybe they would pretend to be stuck in our snowy driveway and call him on their cell phones to come and dig them out (which he would do).
Finally I got so upset, it woke me up. I told Mr. A all about the dream - he was laughing - and promised that if any FA's come to the door, he'll send them packing.
But...I think it means I really, really need to stay away from youse guys for a while...
Amethyst