I don't exactly know when I started giving salesmen a chance. It must have been a couple of years ago, when this guy stopped by selling organic beef and chicken. The T-bones were the best I had had in my life (and I'm from Argentina, and I've had my share of T-bone for lunch. It is considered a lunch meat in Argentina, yes). We all liked it so much that every time he stops by, I buy from him.
A few months after the beef guy came the fruit guy. It's always the same man driving a pick-up truck and selling the BEST oranges, grapefruit, and apples in the wold. We go through so much fruit that even if I buy two boxes, we eat it all within the month. Amazing Fall snacks!
I draw the line at letting salesmen come into the house. I know, my husband does that for a living, but I can't get away from the feeling that I'm going to be robbed or murdered if I let anyone come into my house. So if I'm interested in something being offered to me, I go outside and close the door behind me.
Today this guy came by offering cleaning products; he demonstrated on the driveway, the glass door, my SUV's rims, and even my plants. I bought from him, and I've been on a cleaning frenzy all evening. The stuff works like magic, and it's non-toxic. It works on glass and granite counter tops, and bathroom, and everything else in between. So tonight when I talked with Jeff I told him I bought something, and he groaned. "What?" I asked him and continued, "You know I NEVER buy from door-to-door people!"
"Yeah, right..." was his reply. The truth is, my heart has softened towards salesmen. I'm sure it has nothing to do with him being in Florida right now; nothing at all.
I just hope the universe reciprocates my good deed, and when I buy something, five people buy from Jeff. After all, there are five people here rooting for him.