Tales of the Unexpected: The Salesman’s Tale

Ok, this is the short version because I am a lazy turd and I will tell you now. I had been sent out to a remote farm, which I had trouble even finding. So I stopped the car and pulled over on the side of the road. I was about to phone the office and explain when my eyes caught sight of an old wooden sign lying by the roadside at the edge of the forest. Not in a million years would you have found the entrance it was so concealed, and I was directly opposite. It was just a farm track leading down into the forest.

  

As I snaked my way down the track all I could see was a dark forest all around me. It was a sunny day, but the forest had grown like a tunnel all you could see was the darkest of the forest above and around the car as I made my way down the bumpy track. Finally, I reached the farmhouse which was set in a clearing surrounded by forest for miles, it was like a scene from “Hansel and Gretel” by the Brothers Grimm. I got out of the car and called out; it was a few minutes before a man appeared.

New Haven, England

My first impression (and this is why you should not make assumptions and I didn’t make many afterward), and it is human nature to make them, was this person doesn’t need what I’m selling – they need a whole new makeover and wardrobe. I introduced myself and he began to explain what he wanted.

All this time I had to keep a straight face. Because this is England and a stiff upper lip, it’s what’s expected. I had never seen anything like it; maybe in a poor country, you might experience the same. The farmer had more flies crawling on his face than flies on a dead carcass. And to top it off, he invited me into his home for a cup of tea. Well, you would never believe it; the kitchen was crawling with flies on everything that was visible, up and down, and in and out flies were everywhere.

The next thing the farmer’s wife appeared and yes she was crawling with flies as well. I just thought the whole experience was a set up the whole place stank of crap, but the weirdest thing throughout my conversation with this couple was they never once made an attempt with their hands to shoo the flies away from their faces. Literally, I don’t know about you, but when just one fly lands on me I’m like a raving Looney. 

Anyhow, a lot more happened, but I haven’t got time to write it just now. OBTW I closed and made a sale.

There’s an old saying, “Never judge a book by its cover” Bravo two nine, this is bluebird calling, over...

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Hey, Chuck. Did you bring any spending money? Viva la vida loca.

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