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Setting my satchel down I slowly placed
carpet sweeper on
carpet and began sweeping over
crumbs. I passed over
crumbs time and again but to my horror
sweeper was only picking up a small amount of
crumbs. I continued to sweep over
crumbs but
crumbs were still there on
carpet. "Uh, I'm sorry...uh, but, uh, this thing doesn't seem to be working very well," I stammered as I continued sweeping, now a little more furiously.
Her demeanor didn't change, "Okay. I buy."
Instead of being thrilled I suddenly felt awful. I couldn't sell this woman something that didn't work. "You don't really want to buy this, do you? See, it really doesn't even work very well."
"Okay. I buy."
I swept furiously some more but then stopped. "In good conscience I don't think I can sell it to you. Look at all those crumbs still on
floor."
"Okay. I buy." Before I knew what was happening
woman grabbed
carpet sweeper out of my hand and took it with her to a table on
other side of
room. Setting it down, she rifled through her purse sitting upon
table. Quickly, she came up with
incredible introductory price and, leaving
sweeper by
table, she brought
money over to where I was standing, "I buy."
With my jaw dropped and a look of perplexed stupidity on my face, I took her money. I didn't know what to say.
She apparently sensed my confusion and commenced to explain, "Five minute ago I am on floor on knees cleaning up mess. I think to myself, 'Boy I wish I had carpet sweeper like on TV.' The next second doorbell ring and I open door. You stand there with carpet sweeper in hand. How can I not buy?!"
With my jaw still dropped she walked me back to
front door, saying, "Thank you. Come again." With
front door closed behind me, I stood there for a few minutes trying to figure out what just happened. I was still too young and ignorant way back then to fully appreciate
beauty of
moment.
That was
last house I went to. I went straight to my car and drove to my boss's house and turned in my satchel, quitting
job. I didn't make much money at that job. I was quite
failure. It would take me some time to realize, however, that everything I needed to learn from that job I learned in that one house call to
Korean woman.

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