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“Who’s is that car!”

Lottie and I burst into the scout hut like a whirlwind. It was a conscious decision to cause a stir but the excitement was real – and at nine yers old, Lottie is quite good at excitement.

We had pulled into the car park to collect her little brother from Beavers and there, already parked with a convenient space next to it was a gleaming new white BMW Mini covered in pink pigs and stickers saying “Save 25% on your houseold bills!”

I haven’t got that on my Mini. All I’ve got is boring stuff about “Guaranteed cheaper than BT”. Anyone can guarantee to be cheaper than BT…

Of course I knew who’s car it was: Kirstie had been waiting to collect it ever since the snow arrived. She turned round, beaming, from the throng of parents waiting to pick up their sons: “Isn’t it great!”

And as we enthused about just how great the new white ones looked (mine is yellow) we were the centre of attention. All other conversation stopped dead. Suddenly the only thing anybody wanted to know was why Kirstie had a brand new Mini.

What was good about this is that every week Kirstie and I go to pick up our sons. Every week we wear our badges saying “Save Money – Make Money. Ask Me How” and every week everyone studiously ignores them.

It doesn’t matter because we wear them all the time anyway and enough total strangers say “All right, how?”

As for our friends, they know what we do already.

It’s just the acquaintances who are stuck in the middle. They would like to know but probably they just don’t want to give us the satisfaction of asking – or else they think we’re going to pin them to the wall and sell something to them – or whatever…

But suddenly there was no other topic of conversation: “I’ve seen those about”… “What do you mean a ‘free car’?… “What club is that?”

And a man in a blue ski jacket asjed: “It that what Jo used to do?”

“That’s right,” I said brightly. “Are you in the club too?”

“No,” he said firmly. Clearly Jo had asked him if he wanted to join. Clearly he thought the idea of saving money by joining her club was beneath him. But already someone else was saying that Jo had a Mini too.

“Yes,” I said. “It’s in Africa now.”

“Africa? What’s it doing there?”

“Well, when Jo took your residual income and went off to Kenya, she had the Mini crated up and shipped out.”

“You mean it’s her car – to take where she wants.”

“Oh yes, they’re not company cars. They belong to us.”

The blue ski jacket said: “You mean they give you one? What do you need, so many sales or something?”

“Well something like that. You just show a certain number of people how they can save 30% on their household bills. Why, would you like to save 30%?”

And then he said it. He couldn’t say anything else really. He said “Yes” and Kirstie, bless her, whipped out her card.

I turned to the woman standing next to me: “Would you like to save 30% too?”

“No,” she said as if I’d offered her a dirty postcard. I gave her a beaming smile. Just wait until we have three Minis in the car park…

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