Amway My Way

Last week we left off with: "And again I passed the angry box.

But then I walked back. I stopped and looked up the stairs, and
started walking up towards the door.

I pushed the button."

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And now continuing: 

"What do you want?" growled the box. 

"Would you like a metal social security card sir?" I asked. 

The box paused with no answer for just a few seconds. 

"Is this the kid that keeps trying to sell me things?" the box
wanted to know. 

Ah ha! I learned that the box cannot see. It can only hear and
speak. 

"I do not know if I am that kid sir," I replied. 

"I do not want to buy anything. Please do not come to my door
anymore," the box asked politely. 

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I replied and was off. 

The novelty of the box was starting to wear off. I was not
really that excited about it anymore, but it was still a neat
device. 

About this time my mother was recruited to start selling Amway
products. I asked her if I could help sell them also and she
said that I could bring orders to her. 

We had never heard of the Amway company all we knew about them
was that they sold cleaning products. 

I made a small sign, copying the Amway logo on it, and then
sealed it with clear shelving plastic. We hung it on our front
porch and off I went to the doors to get Amway customers for my
mother. 

I went to all my usual doors, 100 or more I am sure, offering
our new cleaning products. However when people saw the prices
they were not convinced to purchase. 

This was a new realm of sales for me. All the products I had
sold before were fairly well understood and small cost. 

I did not have a real understanding yet of the cost of things so
I was confused about the responses of the high price. I assured
them that the company was doing very well and must be making
good products. This approach did not work for me. 

Still, I spent the week going to all the doors in the
neighborhood enjoying myself and seeing all my "friends" I was
getting to know. 

Prozac lady did not want the products either. Actually she did
not even give me a chance to tell her what I was selling, as
usual, so I don't even know if she was interested or not. 

But you know, that shiny perforated metal box with the button
was attached to a very neat house. I bet that house would be
very interested in cleaning products. 

I approached my old nemesis respectfully. I pushed it's button. 

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