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I had this job as a traveling salesman selling all kinds of kitchenware from door to door (you should really try this old fashioned door to door selling, if you can make it there, you can make it almost anywhere). One door was opened by this lovely old lady full of energy. One could immediately see that she had been extremely beautiful when she was young (by now you know she is not in the photo on the right).

BARGING IN
So, she opened the door and I walked right in, said hello while passing her and took my shoes off all the while saying what a beautiful weather is it outside, but still somebody has to visit everybody in this neighborhood… Now, people are understandably bit reserved towards this kind of behavior, but what are you going to do when there is a smiling man sitting by the kitchen table?

THE DANCE
So we sat down and talked about everything that came in mind. She had done some interesting things and still had very sharp thoughts. It was a briliant conversation and sure enough she needed few knives. She told how she used to butcher sheep with her father when she was young and complemented my knives. She also told how she had found boys irresistable… slightly surreal conversation but a lot of fun.

THE GOODBYE OR HOW I KILLED HER
So I made a sale and even she was a good conversation partner, I had to get going - there were sales to be made somewhere else in the neighborhood. She came to the door to say goodbye, I put my shoes on and started to open the door. I turned around to say goodbye and saw her fall to her back. I didn’t react fast enough to catch her and there she was, lying on the floor, dead I thought. To fast forward the moments of panic, everything turned out just fine, she said she has these spells just about every day and since she is so short she almost never hurts herself (can you believe what she was saying?!). She definitely was one of the most memorable customers that I ever had. I even sent her Christmas cards, unfortunately few years later my card was returned by new house owner, saying that the old lady had passed away almost reaching the 100 years landmark.

WHY I LOVE SALES
If you move paper on one stack to another or do something else that keeps you in front of a screen all day long, you are far, far away from life and death. In sales, every day is different - really.