Meet Mr May
One could say that my early life's arena
was linked to a street called Issaqueena.
You see, it was on Issaqueena Street that I first
met Mr. May, and I will always treasure that day.
Meeting Mr. May really made my day because by
teaching me to sell, he released me from my shell.
I learned that I did not have to be Mr. May, but I did
need to listen and learn what he had to say.
Mr. May taught me that:
To sell a shoe,
There's more you have to do.
It's a shoe store;
nothing less; nothing more.
Sometimes, you stand on the sidewalk
and give a little smile and a little talk.
Be aggressive and don't be shy
if you want a customer to buy.
There is more to selling a shoe than show and tell.
You also have to really want to make the sale.
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