My Father told me a story about trying to a make a sale in a rural agriicultere coop. The route he took for sales calls were out in every part of the east coast Canada and USA. Sometimes the days and weeks blended and the sales pitch became mundane....meet a 100 land 10. Keep it simple and straight forward.
Well one day somewhere south of Georgia he entered a coop and asked where he could speak with whoever did the purchasing for the establishment.
This was a big operation and hopes were very high. A young lady met my Father at the front of a large hanger styled door. She led him into a nice little office that had a large window overlooking the trees that lined the way to where the fields that carried the sales fortune that could be had.
After 5 minutes a large man entered the room looked out the window winked and asked my Father to sit down and offered him a coffee. A pleasant start.
The conversation led to talks about multiple crop yields per year, harvests, best sales talk ever
Its closing time and both men looked at each other with promise. My Father asked the farm manager if they could make a deal. The manager stood up tall looked again out the window, winked once more and said, well sir i will just need to speak with my branch manager.
They shook hands, and as my Father raised from his chair to leave the room this is what he saw, a bird and a crazy man both in front of him the whole time.
