There it was in Craig’s list. The AD simply read: Telemarketer to call leads for Walk-in-Bathtubs. PAID WEEKLY. Oh yeah, baby that was precisely, what I needed. I could not count on a 7 day a week Banquet serving. I had to supplement my income. I immediately got on the phone.
Since my voice was my only asset. I was prepared to let him know that I was more than eager to ‘Dial for Dollars.’ The guy on the phone sounded like he was talking thru a handful of dirt and coughed every other sentence. And I think he said, his name was Blake. But after our 5-minute conversation we set up a time and date to meet at the local McDonalds.
He wanted to meet at the end of the week, but desperate once again, I got him to meet me tomorrow. He said, I would know who he was, because he would have brochures on Walk-In-Tubs on the table. The next day, I pulled up to the McDonalds, about 10 minutes early. I had on the same old black pants and a old red suit jacket. I hoped, he would not notice my black, culinary shoes.
I noticed an old cream color Lincoln Continental. The old ones, that have the boxy front and a big grill. And are as long as 3 small, Toyota cars, line up. I chuckled, and thought you could fit a Walk-in-Bathtub in that thing. I came through the front door, and surprised to see Blake was already there, and seated.
He was easy to find, as he was the only one at the table, with a notebook with a BIG picture of a Walk-In-Tub. He also had a jet black Hairpiece that I couldn’t tell if it was on sideways or backwards. I gave him a nod. As he was looking right at me. I walked towards him, said Hello, and introduced myself and sat across the both from him. He had no coffee and didn’t ask me if I wanted one.
He just started talking.