A salesman tells increasingly wild stories on a sales call, including transporting inmates across the country and dealing with cocaine. His prospect keeps asking for crazier ones, then compliments him for not actually pushing the sale.
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I got some cocaine and I'm gonna put it in your, your purse. And, uh, the office— he was a major in the military and, uh, okay, he got radiation poisoning.
Oh, no way.
I transported inmates all over the United States. Stop it. Tradition agent.
Really? You have seen some stuff then.
Yeah.
What's the craziest story you got?
There's a couple, but one of them, he said, I want you to know about this guy because I don't want this to happen to you. And he went up to his window and he looked in his window and he was slapping himself around his penis. He had— this is God's truth— he had been collecting ink pens, paper clips, anything he could get a hold of, and he was poking them down in his penis.
Stop it!
No, I'm serious. And he was slapping his penis around. And he said— I screamed out, oh my God, oh my God, you can't do that! You're never gonna be able to use it again. He said, I'm never going to get to use it anyway.
Well, you have been my absolute favorite person and client to talk to for the entire month. I promise you that. This has been a trip.
You too, and you're a good salesman, and you're not a pushy stupid salesman.