I sold Kirby's for a month in a effort to escape Hawaii.
The worst assholes make the sales, but also the smoothest tongue. Seriously, nobody inbetween, you either gotta be a complete asshole or know how to manipulate everyone into buying on a unbelievable level. They had a old man selling a $4000 vacuum at least once a day, had a stroke so couldn't talk fast, but people would try to hear him out to make him feel good, and he made them feel real good in the end. In the end, they pay out $4000 for $150 worth of material. Great vacuum, just not $4000.
The assholes would vacuum spots, take up a massive amount of dirt, and when people said they didn't want to pay, after showing them the dirt on the pads, threw them pads back on the carpet and rubbed it in, saying it was their dirt. A Micronesian started that, and then the Micronesians and Filapinos after than started to follow suit. Was enough to get people to freak out and buy the vacuum.
I learned a important lesson from all this. I don't like selling vacuums. Especially in the slums of Hawaii, off in some neighborhood concreted over and slum laden, hot as fuck and no water anywhere, and nothing but fat Samoans all knowing your lines by heart from the last 20 guys who tried to sell them that crap. I only had one conscious free sale (no guilt), and actually had to back out on a few because I came to the conclusion that the people were too stupid to know NOT to buy yet another. One white inbred couple from the mainland was so impressed with my sales pitch, and wanted to buy, and walked to the closet to show me they already had TWO $4000 vacuums, and wanted to buy a new one because they ran out of bags. I said they could just buy new bags, if they had cash, but said they only had credit, and wanted to trade their most recent vacuum they were still paying off for $50 worth of bags.... the husband became interested half way through enough to roll off the bed and put pants on. I didn't like that house, and it wasn't even close to my most bizarre experience.
The "owner" of that Kirby Ponzi scheme was a expert in getting into anyone's house. Used absolute excitement. He didn't buy my line that people wouldn't let me into vacuum, told me to point at a house, and I was inside from him talking really excited to a Indian woman (who turned out to be a airforce colonel) and sorta threw me inside while talking to her.... and I couldn't believe it, half expected the cops to show up. She made a purchase.... and I never got paid for it, the asshole pocketed the sale money despite me taking a hour to walk her through. Couple sales I never saw money from. I stuck in way too long, was in tatters towards the end, and lost my damn key to my storage bin that I kept my clean clothes in, was rapidly wearing out my clothing. However, I learned a lot about human nature from it. Also learned a giant red penis kings sits at the center of Oahu, and it has a carpeted outdoor orgy place off in the woods near it. Used to be able to see the carpeted area from google earth. Old thread talking about it:
http://www.ilovephilosophy.com/viewtopi ... nis+Hawaii
I've come to the conclusion that it is best never to allow people to sell stuff to you, watch ads, etc.... if you want something, seek it out on your own online or in a store, and don't talk to salesmen till it is time to make a decision.