Over the weekend, my fiance let me know that she had a salesman coming over on Monday night to show her this carpet/furniture shampooer and asked that I come home early enough so that she wasn’t home alone with the guy- a reasonable request.
After coming home from the gym, I was hoping to catch a quick shower and a bite, but that was not to be had as she was walking in the door at the same time. Enough of my rambling and back to what I was talking about – the salesman. I thought that door-to-door salesmen were a thing of the past, but the guy that she was meeting with brought the whole kit and caboodle from a company called Kirby. Now the only thing I knew about Kirby was that he was a hero of sorts from my Nintendo days but he did suck things up.
During the hour plus schpiel that she was given, I saw her cleaning with this miraculous tool in a number of ways from the floor to the cieling and carpets to hardwood and tile floors. I must say that the guy was a talker and showed the vacuum’s versatility and cleanliness. However in my opinion, the only things that need a salesman to hawk them is a car and a house, everything else is either a necessity or a luxury. This thing falls into the later of the categories.
I almost feel bad writing this, because the guy seemed nice, scared my cat and well kind of reminded me of Will Smith in the Pursuit of Happyness. I am glad I saw him drive up in a Lexus or I may have given in and considered making a purchase instead of my Howie Mandelesque “No Deal.”
While the guy did not make a sale, he did impress me more than the Shamwow guy and I am sure makes a ton of sales from his awesome pitch. I am also glad to say that an art that I thought was dead after readingan Arthur Miller play, is still alive and kicking.