The Salesman And The Best Portable AC
The man kept going on and on in rapid sentences that Judy could not keep up at all with what he was actually saying. All she remembered from the huge flurry of words being emitted from his mouth was the phrase “it’s the best portable AC in town, Miss, I assure you” and the rest was mostly one huge big blur.She simply stared and stared at him whilst he continued to promote his apparently excellent product. It’s not that she had absolutely no interest in what he was saying, it’s just that he was rattling on and on too fast for her to keep up with.“I’m sorry,” she decided to interrupt, “I’m not following what you’re saying. Could you explain it again, slower this time?” She tried her best to be polite about the whole thing, but her attention was flying almost immediately in another direction again by the time he’d begun his first few sentences.This just wasn’t going to work. Perhaps she’d better do her own research on portable air conditioners instead of merely relying on the words of a salesman.
