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The kids filed back into class Monday morning. They were very excited. Their weekend assignment was to sell something, then give a talk on productive salesmanship.

Little Sally led off: "I sold girl scout cookies and I made $30,"  she said proudly, "My sales approach was to appeal to the customer's civil spirit and I credit that approach for my obvious success."
"Very good," said the teacher.

Little Mary was next: "I sold magazines," she said, "I made $45 and I explained to everyone that magazines would keep them up on current events. "
"Very good, Mary" said the teacher.

Eventually, it was Little Johnny's turn. The teacher held her breath...little Johnny walked to the front of the classroom and dumped a box full of cash on the teacher's desk. "$2,467," he said. "$2,467!" cried the teacher, "What in the world were you selling?"
"Toothbrushes," said Little Johnny. "Toothbrushes!" echoed the teacher, "How could you possibly sell enough tooth brushes to make that much money?"
"I found the busiest corner in town," said little Johnny. "I set up a dip & chip stand and gave everybody who walked by a free sample. "They all said the same thing, "Hey, this tastes like dog crap!" Then I would say ,"It IS dog crap. Wanna' buy a toothbrush?"

Kind of reminds me of the story of the little kid who took poos from the class hamster and, after painting them bright colors, distributed the resulting "jelly beans" to his unsuspecting classmates.

Yep. And I just Had to came across this when eating lunch. Now where's Club508's sick emoticon

Yep. And I just Had to came across this when eating lunch. Now where's Club508's sick emoticon

Right Here!

Yep. And I just Had to came across this when eating lunch. Now where's Club508's sick emoticon

Right Here!

Yep. And I just Had to came across this when eating lunch. Now where's Club508's sick emoticon

Right Here!

I don't know. :-/ My mum bought me one once. Still can't find where to plug it in to the computer .
Any advice

This reminds me of a true story my dad told me.  He was working in Australia and his company had rented a conference room from one of the local motel chains.  During a sales meeting the motel served potato chips in small baskets to eat.  Well, my dad noticed that mice (or other small rodents) had nibbled on some of the chips and had left some 'deposits' of their own.  One of Dad's clients was picking out the 'deposits' and eating them, commenting on the taste of the "peppercorns".  Amazingly, when told what he was eating the man managed to keep a straight face and continued with the sales meeting.  Needless to say he stopped eating.  It was much harder for Dad to keep a straight face but he managed.

[quote]This reminds me of a true story my dad told me.

[quote][quote]This reminds me of a true story my dad told me.