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1 Window Seat

2 Old Babe
3. The Hustle
4 The Reaper Denied
5 The Saga of Margie and Tim
6 Old Friends
7 First Fish With Gramps
8 The Salesman
9 A Special Christmas
Sample 8:

The Salesman 

by Mark Stellinga
source: Phonetical Imagery, #62


A couple weeks ago today, while I was sleeping
in,
And lay so very unprepared to have the day begin, 

I thought I heard the doorbell ring and slightly
twitched my head, 
I hoped I had imagined it and I could stay in bed.  

But, no, I heard the chimes again, and then it rang
once more,  
And there was no one home but me to rise and get
the door. 

I donned a pair of sweatpants, then a t-shirt and
some socks 
And hobbled for the foyer where I fumbled for the
locks.  

By now I had been mumbling to myself, "Who could
it be?" 
I feared some unsuspecting fool was just about to
see

The most perturbed, vindictive dude that they had
ever met. 
I knew that I was on the edge of blowing up, and
yet, 

Somewhere from my inner soul there came a
soothing grip. 
I took a breath to calm myself and,
biting on my lip, 

I slowly turned the deadbolt then stepped back to
swing the door. 
The person standing on my porch,
I
couldn't have hated more! 

It was a "traveling salesman", with a suitcase in
his hand! 
I glared at him, but it was clear, he did not under-
stand!

And then, before I had a chance to say a single
word 
He began the longest pitch I had  ever heard! 

He stood there like a robot, with a grin from ear to
ear,  
Claiming that he needed only one more sale this
year 

And he would be the winner of a really
super prize. 
I stood there stifling curse words thinking, "
most of
these are lies!" 

I tried to hide the great contempt I felt as best I
could, 
But knew that what he could not see, before too
long,
he would!  

My mind was racing wild with rage, how could I
get revenge? 
I then I thought, "I've got it,
I'll just feign a
buying binge"! 

"Well come on in", I chuckled, "real nice day",
(the fool  agreed), 
"I'm sure you'll have a lot of things a guy like
me will need. 

Would you care for coffee, or a soft drink,
or some wine? 
I just got my tax return, I'd love to see your line. 

I'll need gifts for grandchildren,
my nieces, nephews, friends. 
The list of those I need to buy for, it just never
ends! 

This could be the biggest order you have
ever had! 
I think that you are going to need your very biggest
pad! 

Do you have a limit on what just one man can
buy?"
With these words the look upon his face 'bout
made me die! 

"Not at all", he beamed, then said, "looks like
I'll get my prize!" 
He still had not perceived the vengeance hidden
in my eyes. 

"I hope you'll let me tip you, and I always pay in
cash! 
When can I expect the goods?" [I wanted to say
"trash".] 

"Oh, we don't send away", he said, "we make
them in our shop. 
We work a week or two and then the bunch of us
will stop 

And try to sell them door-to-door, that keeps our
prices low. 
It's all we can afford to do, and you will never
know 

How much we do appreciate your looking at our
things 
And how much joy and happiness the money
from them brings. 

And, I will win the yearly prize, for he who does
the best 
Gets an extra special little hug  from all the rest!" 

He opened up his suitcase and displayed some
hand made toys. 
"Everything I have was made by little girls and
boys. 

Who are  not perfect, some are flawed, but like the
toys, they're mine! 
And you will never see a frown on our assembly
line."   

Well I just sat there reeling from the anger I had
felt. 
Warmed by what he'd said
I grabbed the chance that I'd been dealt....... 

"Give 5 of EVERYTHING", I said, "
no, make that TEN!" 
And though I am a bachelor, and I have no
younger kin,  

The salesman  never knew this, as on his way he
went. 
And that is still the wisest money
I have ever spent!   


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