Phoenix
I was in the middle of the most boring meeting in the history of boring meetings. Seriously, if you are trying to market a health product, you might want to send in a salesman who was, I dunno, at least marginally healthy. I was having a very hard time taking this guy seriously. He had a belly so large that his shirt buttons were straining to keep his shirt closed. He had moobs that were, well, bigger than Robyn’s small but lovely breasts. He had a greasy complexion and limp, thinning hair. And this guy, who looked like a metabolic disaster, was trying to convince me to carry his company’s product in our online and retail stores.
I was tempted to throw him out just for being a hypocrite in general. I hated that I had to sit through all these boring meetings while Robyn was
