Man, I love sales!

I’m selling office equipment in the summer of 1988. It's a Friday afternoon in August and its about 110 degrees outside. Its so hot I’m actually seeing fire hydrants flagging down dogs. I’m wearing the only suit I own. A Blue pinstripe 100% wool suit that is made for the dead of winter. Most of the other sales people have decided to start the weekend early but not me. I’m a sales animal. I’m going to continue to cold call and make something happen.
I’m in a 25 story building in and I’m hitting every office I can. Did I mention that I’m lugging around a 60 pound piece of office equipment that is on a rolling cart held together by a thin bunge cord? Its about as subtle as my wool blue pinstripe in August. Well, as always I start at the top and I’m at floor 20, when what do I see? A security guard(obviously another highly motivated person on a Friday) walking down the corridor. I quickly duck into the stairwell and keep quiet. I hear him take the elevator. Ha! Victory. Another security guard I’ve dodged. One minor problem. The sign on the stairwell door says “ Stairway Doors locked. Next exit 1st floor.” 1st floor! I was on the 20th. I had to lug this equipment down 20 floors. I did it begrudgingly. Banging my equipment each step. I was really mad.
I finally got down to the 1st floor with my equipment and my now soaking wet blue pinstripe 100% wool suit. Now I’m walking back to the office with half of Chicago leaving work going to the train station the opposite direction as me. As I’m fighting through this mass of humanity, I realize two things. One, I’m going slightly downhill and two I didn’t attach the bunge cord real well on the rolling cart. Suddenly, SNAP! The cord breaks and my 60 pound piece of office equipment is now rolling down the street. I just stood there and thought “Man, I love sales!”