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Talk Pretty to Me

A salesman for a title company followed me out of the lecture hall and started selling me on his company. Though I wanted to be courteous, I also wanted to quickly visit the restroom and get back into the seminar.

“I appreciate your time,” I said as I continued to walk towards my destination. “However, I’ve been with the same company since 1987, and I have zero intention of changing.”

I thought that would be a conversation stopper, but I was wrong. Three steps from the loo, he caught up to me and said, “There’s gotta be a way that I can entice you to give us a try. How about dinner for you and your spouse on me? white wine Some bottles of your favorite wine? Show tickets… or would you like to go to a Giants’ game with your hubby?”

That did it! I whirled around to face him, and he cringed at my body language before I even opened my mouth.

“A. it’s fairly obvious that you’re keeping me from heading to the bathroom,” I said, a bit too loudly. “B. I said no, not please sweeten the deal. And C., I’m a Jets fan, so your whole arm-twisty thing just got ugly.”

Later, it dawned on me that he was also a sexist by assuming that it was my husband who was a football fan, but as you can imagine, he wasn’t around when I re-entered the lobby.

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(Anonymous)
Sep. 25th, 2013 03:45 am (UTC)
He was also wrong to assume you had a husband.

And that you weren't an alcoholic.

Most importantly, he assumed you'd buy something from him after he hustled you this way.

He'll be selling seafood off a truck in a few weeks.

real_lawyer
Sep. 25th, 2013 01:07 pm (UTC)
Fair points!
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