A keen country lad applied for a salesman’s job at a city department store. It was one of those massive stores that has every department imaginable. In fact it was the biggest store in the world – you could get anything there.
The boss asked him, “Have you ever been a salesman before?” “Yes, I was a salesman in the country,” said the lad. The boss liked the cut of him and said, “You can start tomorrow, Friday morning, and I’ll come and see how you got on at the end of the day”
When the boss looked up the young man the next day at closing time, he saw him shaking hands with a beaming customer. After they parted, he walked over and asked, “Well, that looked good! How many sales did you make today?”
“That was the only one,” said the young salesman.
“Only one!?!” blurted the boss. “Most of my staff make 20 or 30 sales a day. You’ll have to do better than that! Well, how much was the sale worth?”
“Two hundred twenty seven thousand, three hundred thirty four dollars and change,” said the young man.
The boss paused for a moment, blinking a few times. “H… H… How did you manage that?!?”
“Well, when he came in this morning and I sold him a small fish hook. Then, I sold him a medium hook, and then a really large hook. Then I sold him a small fishing line, a medium one, and then a big one. I then sold him a speargun, a wetsuit, scuba gear, nets, chum, coolers, and a keg of beer.
I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast. We decided he would probably need a new boat, so I took him down to the boat department and sold him that twenty-foot schooner with the twin engines. Then, he said that his Volkswagon probably wouldn’t be able to pull it, so I took him to the car department and sold him the new Deluxe Cruiser, with a winch, storage rack, rustproofing, and a built-in refrigerator.
Oh, and floor mats.”
The boss took two steps back and asked in astonishment, “You sold all that to a guy who came in for a fish hook?!”
“No,” answered the salesman. “He came in to buy a blanket. He just had a fight with his wife, and he wanted a blanket for the couch. I said to him, ‘Well, your weekend’s ruined, so you may as well go fishing…'”