There is serious business going on at the little mexican restaurant around the corner from my house.
The main player is a tall guy in what appears to be a really expensive suit.
I say appears because I used to dress formal business for work and I know suits.
What he is wearing is one of those “3 suits for $200 dollars” and they soak you for the tailoring.
The end result looks nice, but the material is usually pretty cheap.
But the sloppy looking bunch at the table with him are buying it.
The question is….what’s he pitching?
And he has to be pitching something.
Call me cynical, but it all comes down to buying, selling or recruiting, and various combinations of the three.
This is really where the sales background makes me an untrusting asshole that assumes everyone is a theif.
Except that I am usually right.
He could be selling cell phones.
But the venue is wrong, the suit is too much, and its a sale you make with the product in their hands. Let them fall in love with it.
I would venture that he is selling some sort of financial scheme, except that these kids don’t look like they have two fucking nickels to rub together. Just this side of Occupy types.
Religion comes to mind.
The suit fits, except that the guy’s hands are on the table and not moving.
Every time I run into someone talking religion in a public place, they gesture with their hands a lot.
And it stops being a stereotype when it is true every time you see it.
And that leaves recruiting.
The answer comes a few minutes later.
This guy is the evil task master and I am trying hard not to laugh my ass off.
Here is his pitch.
“Ok, I am going to take a chance on you guys because I like you.”
“You have to be moving the whole 4 hours, waving that fucking sign at traffic.
“I see you stop moving for 1 second and you don’t get paid for the whole day.”
Where do I start?
I love the affection at the beginning, moving into the dire threats and promises of refusing to pay.
I will tell you right now that there is no way in hell that he is paying them any way but under the table.
I would feel bad if these kids were teens, but these are guys in their 20’s, but from the general look and feel, these guys have never had a job.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
The world needs ditch diggers.
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