Thread: super salesman

This poor bugger with an almighty stutter has been out trudging the footpath all day, looking for a job of any description, without too much success.

He was about to give up for the day, when he sees a sign in a store window " Door to Door Salesman needed- Apply within " So in he strolls, and introduces himself to the owner.

M-M-M-M-M-MY name is Mi-Mi-Mi-Michael, and I'm des-des-des-desperate f-f-f-f-f-for a j-j-j-job.

Bugger me said the owner, that's one hell of a Stutter you have there, but, I'm a devout Christian, and believe in Gods Will. If you can sell 10 of these bibles for $15 by days end, I'll give you a 3 month trial as a salesman.

Th-th-th-thank you, S-s-s-s-sir, said Michael, I-I-I-I-I wi-wi-wi-will m-m-m-m-make you gl-gl-gl-glad that y-y-y-you g-g-g-gave me a st-st-st-start.

So off trots Michael, feeling pretty good that someone has smiled upon him to give him a chance. After 90 minutes, Michael returns to the store and gives the owner $150, and says to him, Th-th-th-there y-y-y-y-you go, b-b-b-boss, I s-s-s-s-sold them f-f-f-for you, can I h-h-h-h-h-h-h-have some m-m-m-more t-t-t-to sell.

The owner, astounded by his success asks Michael, "mate, did you really sell those bibles, or have you just thrown your own money in to make me think you did ? " Michael says I-I-I-I-I re-re-re-re-really s-s-s-s-sold them, honest. The owner says he was gobsmacked, as it usually takes 6 hours to sell 10 bibles, and Michael did it in 1 1/2 hrs.

He says to Michael, If you sell 10 more today, you can go on full wages as of tomorrow, and I'll give you a car as well as part of your salary package. But, I want to come and observe your technique.

Well, poor old Michael had tears starting to well up, he was so happy that someone took him seriously, and that he said he was happy to have his boss watch his selling method.

The owner suggested they try a particular street in a well heeled area, that was particularly difficult to sell bibles in, and off they set owatch Michael go through his paces.

Michael grabs a bible, and walks through some lovely cast iron gates, up a red gravel path to a doorstep in front of two large doors.

Ding Dong, Michael presses the bell, and before long, a middle aged man opens the door and says Yes ?

Michael says, g-g-g-g-g-g-good m-m-m-m-morning S-S-S-S-Sir, my na-na-na-name is
M-M-M-M-M-Michael, and I am s-s-s-s-s-s-s-selling b-b-b-bibles, would you like to b-b-b-b-b-buy one, or d-d-d-do you w-w-w-w-want me to re-re-re-re-read it t-t-t-t you ?