Advice From My Daddy
My dad was a professional salesman.
People along his route would leave their orders out
if they were not home.
They knew all about us, and he knew more about them.
He knew their dog's names.
He knew what they would probably be eating for lunch.
He knew their kids, and their kids' hobbies.
They all yelled "Hi, Dick!" when they saw him.
They surrounded him like giant puppies.
Some crawled into his laps.
He always said "You never sell anything.
You endear yourself to people until they want to buy
everything you are selling and you have to practically
push them away,"
He was extremely successful as a salesman and a Daddy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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