As I listened, he explained my job was to call his list of leads, and make an appointment for him to visit the Client at their home. That Walk-In-Tubs an excellent investment, for people who cannot shower, due to stability issues or cannot pull themselves, out of a traditional, Tub easily.
He turned the pages of the large brochure with one hand resting on the table and the other hand heavy with big chunky rings on all of his fingers including his thumb. Pointing to a page, he turned a deadpan face to me. ”Jillie. Right?” My head perked up. ”Yes, Blake.” I said with a friendly look on my face. While his black thick eyebrows shot up and out like an inverted V. ”The name is Butch. Not Blake.”
”Oh, my goodness. I am so sorry, Blake, uh I mean Butch, please forgive.” ”Fine. Are you following me, Jillie?” ”Yes, I am,” I said, nodding my head. As he continued, I take a gander and guess, he is probally in his late 50’s. His wristwatch is the size of my kneecap. His face pinched reminds me of a dehydrated apple.
Butch clears his throat again. ”I will pay you $10 an hour. You will need to call a maximum of 4 hours, 3 days a week. But one day has to be Sunday. Best time to dial is early morning or after 7p.m. If you get a lead, I will give you an extra $2.00 for that call. And If I sell the Tub, I will give you $100.00, and I will pay you in cash, every Saturday.”
As soon as I heard ”Paid every Saturday” I was in. ”Great, here is my list says, Butch. Call away. Let me know how it goes!” Butch handed me his script, leads, and a brochure and stood up. I was surprised at how large he was. I noticed that his died mustache, matched the rug on his head, and a heavy gold chain lay acoss his neck.
”Jillie”, funny name,” he said and tugged at the pockets of his heavy motorcycle, black leather jacket, and pulled out a set of keys. His black pants, black shoes, and black hair walked out the door and right to the Lincoln.