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August 20th, 2009 · 1 Comment

When Kimmer was a youngster there were a lot of fund raising sales that I had to participate in. As a Highlander (drum and baton corp) I had to go door to door carrying a large suitcase, just like the Fuller Brush Man, selling an assortment of Christmas ornaments and kitchen utensils. As a member of the softball team, we had Tag Sales, where teams of two would stand outside local establishments, obstruct your entrance and beg you to put money in our coffee cans. In return, we would hand you a construction paper tag thanking you for your donation. If you were smart you just kept the tag in your pocket for the remainder of the season and used it as a get-out-of-jail free card every time you tried to pick up a coffee at the local convenience store. Also as a member of the High School Band, I had to sell cases (bushels?) of Florida grapefruits and oranges to raise money for new uniforms or trips with the football team. Kimmer was a selling fool. I absolutely hated every minute of it, but I trudged door to door and aggravated my neighbors at least 4 times per year, every year, until I graduated from High School.  

Then came the kiddie-boos…three more young fools as they made their way through their formal education and formative selling years. This time, however, the children were not allowed to go door to door. It was not unsafe and no one worried I would be kidnapped, but apparently my children are much cuter and much more steal-able? During this time, I once again, became the salesperson. I was required to take the sales lists to work and badger my co-workers and friends with useless gadgets and overpriced wrapping paper. (So much for that teachable moment. I already learned at a young age that people won’t pay you when they owe you and will actually argue with ten year olds about quality and craftsmanship.)

After a long and happy reprieve… it is happening again. Oh yes, the third generation of young used car salesmen is upon us. My granddaughter, Scooter, has begun Kindergarten and (I kid you not) within the very first week of school, she brought home her first fund raising sales packet. The interesting thing now is that the children do not go door to door nor do the parents take the sales pitch to work. This time, unsuspecting relatives (far and wide) receive an email and a website to shop from. So no matter where you live or where you work you cannot hide. Now what’s it gonna take to get you into this fund raiser today?

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  • 1 Valerie // Aug 21, 2009 at 5:36 am

    But I thought you moved south because you were retired from selling. All this time I’ve been wrong?

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