An Alicante Car Hire Gets Asbestos Cancer
Benjamin was showing off. “Lydia, did you know that according to a website I found in my wanderings, there are many web advertisers that people pay more than $10 per click to get onto websites containing certain key words and phrases that begin with the letter ‘A’? When a websurfer clicks on a Google ad that contains one of these phrases, the webmaster of the site gets a substantial chunk of the monies.”
“Like, over 50%?” Lydia was dubious. It was her first time in an Alicante car hire, and certainly her first time in an Alicante airport car hire, so she probably wasn’t listening that closely anyway.
“I believe so. Definitely 40%, and I think as much as 70%, depending…” Benjamin kept talking, talking to try and forget his asbestos cancer, the same asbestos mesothelioma that got his mom. Geez. All that asbestos mesothelioma in his family — got his uncle and six of his anti-spam software-loving cousins, too, come to think of it — seemed like worlds away from here, now that Lydia and he were finally alone in their Alicante car hire.
“What’s on your mind, babe?” Lydia knew he was drifting. “I’m guessing you’re either thinking about your asbestos mesothelioma or anti-spam software, which I know you and your stupid cousins care about more than me. Not that your cousins should care about me at all, but don’t you think I deserve your attention?”
Suddenly her AT&T phone started to ring. “Hello?”
“Hello madam, have you to do any interest in auto cheap insurance?”
“What kind of wack English is that?”
“I apologize humbly. I am from Alicante, not so well is my English. However, you probable need auto cheap insurance, yes?”
“Buddy, I don’t care if you’re from the Alicante airport car hire. You have no right to call my AT&T phone like this. Ben, can’t your cousins make some anti-spam software for phones?”
“I dunno, baby snookums.” Ben snapped back to the present, the present of Lydia gabbing on her AT&T phone and careering wildly down mountain roads in her Alicante car hire car that she had hired for just such a purpose at the Alicante airport.
“Watch out! You almost hit that tree! Geez! I’m not sure that asbestos cancer is what’s gonna get me after all, if you keep driving like that. Didn’t you rent this car on your airlines credit card? It’s not like credit card auto insurance is all that great, you know.”
“I know, but I keep falling for the same old affiliate marketing scams,” said Lydia, slowing down and finally getting her Alicante car hire under control. “Everytime, I feel like something’s gonna make us rich, whether it’s some kind of adult friend finder, or buying up some available domain names, or maybe if we just accept credit cards for auto cheap insurance. Something.”
Benjamin was not as nonplussed as he had been. He was definitely plussing. “Me, I’m just slapping up a website, buying an available domain name, putting in some keywords, maybe doing some affiliate marketing, and bam. Money will pour in, I’m sure of it.” He grew pensive. “Hopefully, it’ll happen before the ol’ asbestos mesothelioma cancer kicks in.”
