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Times are tough.
So I took a job as a mirror salesman.
The first house I went to turned out to be owned by The Invisible Man. No sale.
My second stop was a guy named Dracula. I am considering it a no sale. He wouldn’t open the door and kept asking me to come back after dark. Weird.
At the third house (actually, a castle), the Evil Queen who hated Snow White answered the door. You guessed it, no sale.
The fourth was owned by The Hulk. He said, “Hulk smash mirrors.”
After I picked the broken glass out of my head, I quit.
