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Bouncing Balls

Quite why they had decided that I would be suitable material as a door to door salesman for beauty products I don't know. Apparently some guru in marketing had come up with the idea. He said that the stunning girls who usually sold such things might put some women off. That flattery from a man would be more effective. Anyway when my job in accounts was made redundant I was offered this as an alternative. I couldn't turn it down, there weren't many jobs in expenses control with modern computerisation.

I knew the girls by name, if not by sight. I'd been dealing with their expenses for years. I was always having to pull them up on something. They seemed to think they could buy drinks on expenses for a start. They tried to wheedle me, but I know how to stay firm. There was no way those girls could get me to do anything I didn't want to do. Sometimes they had to wait over a week before they got them paid! And some mighty funny ones there had been. I had queried Monica's receipt for a Mark II Fanny Tickler, but she had explained that it was to enable her to demonstrate special female products to the customers. I didn't ask for any further clarification, to be honest I didn't want to know. Then Tracey had submitted a receipt for full body spray tan and waxing. I had queried that forcefully, but had had to back down when she offered to show me the result.

That was after I'd been offered the new job. She'd said that all the reps had to have it done. That I would have to have ...

... it done. It was company policy. I didn't want to do it, but well, if everybody had it done. It was embarrassing enough getting it done in the first place. What a bossy girl at the salon! I had to take all my clothes off while she sprayed me down and then - well talk about embarrassing - I hadn't realised what was going to be waxed. I mean the girl said everyone was having it done, but who's going to see there! I mean it's not as if I was going to be displaying that to all the girls! Anyway when I put the claim in it was turned down! I'd just claimed for the tan as well. Far too embarrassing to claim for the other thing. My new boss just laughed, she said the girls had been having me on.

So there I was, tanned and a bit of a laughing stock among the girls; from their giggles they must have known what else I'd had done. Mind you they were all tanned as well, so I bet they'd all had the treatment!

And I was at the annual training course on how to persuade the female populace to buy our wonderful products.

"Persuading the Customer". That was the name of the course. It was all pretty tedious stuff I'm telling you, until it got to the end of the day. We had a late addition to the course. A lady called Veronica who was apparently going to demonstrate how you could make somebody do something they really wouldn't want to do.

"Can I have a volunteer for this demonstration," she asked.

Well, nobody can get me to anything I don't want to do. Nobody was able to get stupid ...