I once worked for Fuller Brush. It was a hundred years ago during my first marriage (the seventies). I had just been fired from a job and apparently was pretty desparate for a new job. I answered some stupid ad that said something like, "Be your own boss!" I had no idea I'd be selling brushes and household items door to door. I also had no idea how hard it would be.So there I was going door to door with a satchel full of brushes and stuff. It was horrible. I've never had so many doors slammed in my face. The first week I think I made about forty bucks. How could I pay
rent on that? But motivational mumbo jumbo from
boss kept me perservering. I kept going thinking that I would get
hang of selling.
The second week I was given a new product to lug around with me door to door. It was one of those electrostatic hand-pushed carpet sweepers. The thing didn't weigh very much but after several blocks it started getting heavy and annoying. So now I had something in each hand as people slammed their doors on me.
That first day of
second week I didn't make a single sale and I was ready to quit. I was frustrated. It was on
next day that I rang a doorbell and
door was opened by a small Korean woman. The woman looked at me and then
carpet sweeper and then her face lit up with joy. She looked very surprised as well. Her mouth opened as though to say something but nothing came out.
I jumped into my sales spiel yammering away about top of
line quality brushes and other must-have quality products. Rarely had I been able to get through my entire spiel without someone stopping me or closing
door but this woman listened to every word I had to say in rapt attention. She seemed excited by everything I said. When I came to a breather in my monologue she pointed at
carpet sweeper, saying in broken English, "Tell me about carpet sweeper."
So I told her all about
new deluxe carpet sweeper with its many features and its incredible introductory low price. She didn't really seem to care about what I said though. Her smile widened as she abruptly waved me inside. I followed her through a hall into a living room and then into another room. She walked very quickly.
Suddenly she stopped and turned around to me, pointing to
floor by her feet. I looked down to
carpet where she was pointing and saw a mess of crumbs. I couldn't tell what kind of crumbs they were as they were pretty small. I figured she had already picked up
larger pieces. "Show me carpet cleaner clean that," she said with much excitement.