Also, who the fuck has a dynamite collection? What a dumb thing to have. You would think common sense would prevail. But no.

The dynamite salesman came to me at a time of weakness. Here's how it went down:

Dynamite guy: Hey, so I've got this dynamite.

Me: Yeeeeaaahhhh...I don't really need any dynamite.

Dynamite guy: Oh come on. If I don't sell this dynamite my family won't be able to eat and my children will all die.

Me: Ummm...dynamite you say?

Dynamite guy: It's totally legit. Usually I'll sell this much for $50, but I like you so I'll give it to you for...10 cents.

Me: Holy shit. 10 cents? For dynamite? I don't even need dynamite.

Dynamite guy: Come on.

Me: No.

Dynamite Guy: Come ON!

Me: NO!

Dynamite Guy: Pleeeaaassseeeee...come on. Just buy all this dynamite.

Me: Aww fuck, alright. I'll buy your god damned dynamite. Just get off my back.

Dynamite guy: Yesss. Here you go. 247 pounds of way volatile dynamite, don't tell people you have this or you might get in trouble.

Me: Holy crap, this is way awkward. I changed my mind. I don't want your 247 pounds of way volatile dynamite.

Dynamite guy: To late. See ya later, sucker.