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March 14, 2011

Nothin', but nothin', happens in the world unless somebody sells it


Sippican Cottage: Marketing, Advertising, and Sales 101
Salesmen are the butchers. Close the deal. They are paid to get stuff on their aprons, the stuff the supposedly vicious admen and rapacious businessmen can't seem to stomach. Good salesmen make the customer feel as though the salesmen is simply helping the customer get what they want. It may even be true. But generally salesmen would push your face into the paper and mash a pen in your hand and move your arm over the contract by jerking your elbow around, if they could. They don't come on the lot, 'lessen they wants to buy...

Posted by Vanderleun at March 14, 2011 7:55 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Up here in Alberta many an oil or gas lease has been signed by an elderly gent or woman in bed under 'difficult' circumstances. Like they were dead or in a coma.

We called them bed-shakers.

Put a pen in their hands and shook the bed, while the grieving family coughed, averted their eyes and held their hands out.

Posted by: Fred Z at March 14, 2011 8:56 PM

An interesting juxtaposition to the post on the left of this one.

Posted by: tim at March 15, 2011 9:14 AM

If they're selling life insurance, they learn to say "God Forbid" lots of times during the spiel.

Posted by: Peccable at March 15, 2011 10:00 AM

“Man has always been a venal animal. The growth of populations, the huge costs of war, the incessant pressure of confiscatory taxation – all these things make him more and more venal. The average man is tired and scared, and a tired, scared man can’t afford ideals. He has to buy food for his family. In our time we have seen a shocking decline in both public and private morals. You can’t expect quality from people whose lives are a subjection to a lack of quality. You can’t have quality with mass production. You don’t want it because it lasts too long. So you substitute styling, which is a commercial swindle intended to produce artificial obsolescence. Mass production couldn’t sell its goods next year unless it made what is sold this year look unfashionable a year from now. We have the whitest kitchens and the most shining bathrooms in the world. But in the lovely white kitchen the average [person] can’t produce a meal fit to eat, and the lovely shining bathroom is mostly a receptacle for deodorants, laxatives, sleeping pills, and the products of that confidence racket called the cosmetic industry. We make the finest packages in the world, Mr Marlowe. The stuff inside is mostly junk.”

~ Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

Posted by: Mizz E at March 16, 2011 4:14 PM