Smooth Talking

A recent incident has caused me to stop and reevaluate my life. Not in some philosophical way like I'm sure most of you assumed, but in a kissass way. How is it that some people get ahead in life no matter what? And I don't mean those people who have the drive or the skill, I mean the people who somehow have the ability to talk their way into any good situation. You know the people I'm talking about, it's the child that can talk his way into getting a new toy or the older man who can con his boss into receiving the promotion. I've had two recent examples and I want to share them with you.

I was recently introduced to one of my friend's friend...we will call her "Laura". I met her the first time when she came over to my apartment so that we could all go to a club together. We left to go to the club only to find out at the door that there was a $10 cover charge for guys. We were all set to leave to find a place that was free for all (yay for equality!) when we were all whisked inside the club for free, much to my confusion. I later found out that Laura had talked to the bouncer and sweet talked her way in. Later on that night she also got the bartender to acknowledge, and then completely ignore the x's on her wrist (meaning she was underage) and give her free drinks for the night. I know what you are thinking, that she must be some drop dead gorgeous woman, and to be honest she was pretty but definitely not the prettiest girl at the club. So how did she manage it?

My second example happened today. We had a test in my Marketing class which the teacher had specifically stated multiple times if we showed up late for we would not be allowed to take. A good thirty minutes into the test, we hear a knock at the door. Everyone looks up to see the face of a fellow student in the window. The teacher walked to the door while their was a telltale snicker from the class, everyone expecting to see him turned away, shamefaced, without the ability to take the test. I quit paying attention as soon as the teacher opened the door, only to look back up a few minutes later because the student was siting down next to me to take his test! Of course, this in itself was shocking, but I haven't even told the worst part. As he sat down I noticed that he had an ice cream cone in his hand. An ice cream cone! What sort of valid excuse could he possibly have given with contradictory evidence right in his hand? And what person has the guts to step into a class late with an ice cream cone?

So as I mentioned before, I decided that I should maybe reevaluate my life. Maybe I need to become a smooth talker who gets ahead in life through his words. Or maybe I'm just not cut out for that lifestyle. Maybe you have to be born with it. Who knows?