Later today (or sometime, let's be frank here) I will write a post about how my lovely room mate and I both ate MARTA floor this morning (and not together, mind you. PS She's taking it way harder than me, I'm kinda like, o well. She's kinda ticked.) but until then, have you heard of PeopleOfPublicTransit.com? It's kinda like PeopleOfWalMart.com, but takes place on transit - imagine! Anywho, the ATL is wonderfully represented:
At Least He's Honest
Which brings me to a story from last Thursday night on the train. There was a dude, selling water. I know, dudes sell stuff all the time, but he was the best darn salesman I've ever met. I mean, if I owned a company that sold stuff, by golly, I would hire him. I mean, that man could have talked me out of my last dollar for frozen bottled when it was 10 degrees outside (maybe I'm exaggerating on the temp, here, but I tell you what, I bought water just because he was SO good!). Some of his awesome salesman tactics were:
"Buy my ice cold water, guaranteed to make you a billionaire! And if it doesn't, then come back here and I will guarantee that you can buy another ice cold bottle of water!"
Monday, December 14, 2009
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You have yet to become the harsh, evil stone cold monster I have. The almost siren like ability of a good salesman which I have met quite a few seems to have worn off.
ReplyDeleteOf course my transit experience was in New York and New Jersey. . . so perhaps it is the location which sucks the soul out of you?