When I was in elementary school, we were all trying to find an adult in an economically depressed Midwestern town who wanted a daily subscription to the Wall Street Journal so we could get points toward a touch-tone telephone made of clear plastic.
they gave us a magazine full of magazines so we could go sell people magazines
When I was in middle school, my mom's office would renew all their subscriptions for the waiting room through me. I won a small stuffed hedgehog for my efforts
they gave us a magazine full of magazines so we could go sell people magazines
