Are you always on? CSB, the wife and I are at the bar at a brew pub overlooking the Pacific on the Oregon coast as we wait on a table, and this guy starts yapping about he’s in sales, and the stuff he sells. He’s got from Salt Lake City to Juneau as his region he tells me twice. I don’t think he is hitting on me because he’s hitting on the thick blonde at the end of the bar, who is receptive, even though they both have wedding rings on. Mrs Lucas for some reason answers that we are from iowa when he asks, even though I usually lie and say Arkansas as my burner state. He then announces that Iowa football sucks and he lost money on Iowa last Saturday. Well, game effing on at that point. If you bet on iowa that’s a you problem, but some degenerate gambler from a suburb of Portland doesn’t get to rip on iowa. That’s my birthright, not yours because you thought for sure Iowa would score 13 points. Again, that’s a you problem. We never score 13 effing points. I’m a little drunk so I start pretending that I care he has the whole region from SLC to Juneau and mention repeatedly that’s a large area with lots of responsibility. He’s gotta be pretty good at the sales thing. Now the wife is leaning in and telling me to shut up, but I ask him about his wife and kids because I want thick blonde to feel a little guilty about a hook up even though she’s got the 32 Oz mug going and probably will shame walk back to her hotel anyway.
So, do you guys in sales ever just sit quietly at a bar and watch the playoff game without mentioning your sales region?
So, do you guys in sales ever just sit quietly at a bar and watch the playoff game without mentioning your sales region?