it's 1996 and I'm in my first year of selling promotional products and I get a meeting with a lawyer in a small firm in Chicago( about 5 lawyers). He says he wants to get polo shirts to give to clients and was thinking of gettting a good amount of shirts, maybe 12. 12?!?!? OK so his good amount and my good amount are obviously 2 different numbers. It's my first year and I will do any deal with anyone at this point. So I meet with him and bring in with about 10 different polos samples for him to look at. He's see one he likes and says "Mind if I try it on?" I say hesitantly "Sure" He closes his office door and proceeds to remove his dress shirt. Let me tell you, this was a man in his late 50's that probably hasn't been to a health club since leisure suits were in style and his chest was so hairy, I felt like saying "Maybe you want to take your sweater off before you try on the shirt" So, as I'm still recovering from throwing up in my mouth, this out of shape 1/2 man 1/2 gorilla is putting on the sample shirt. Well, the sample shirt is a size Medium and this guy is definately an XL ( probably one large lunch away from being an XXL). Children and pregant women would have been banned from watching this. He's has the shirt on (if it was any tighter it would have been painted on) and says "Hmmm, not sure about this. Can you get me a quote" I tell him no problem. As he's attempting to peel this polo shirt off, I tell him "You know what, Keep it"
I never got the order,never did a deal with him and never ever want to remember what I witnessed that day.
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