A smooth-talking salesman from Los Angeles knocked on the door of a tiny, weathered Texas home, hauling a massive, state-of-the-art vacuum cleaner.
“Good morning, ma’am!” he beamed. “If you have just two minutes, I would love to show you the absolute miracle of modern cleaning technology, straight from California!”
“Get lost,” the old lady snapped. “I don’t have a single dime to spend on your fancy gadgets.”
She went to slam the door, but the salesman was too quick. He wedged his leather shoe into the frame and forced the door wide open.
“Now don’t be hasty, ma’am! Not until you see what this baby can do,” he sneered.
Before she could protest, he marched right into her hallway and dumped a bucket of fresh, smelly horse manure directly onto her carpet.
“If this vacuum cleaner doesn’t suck up every single trace of this mess,” the salesman declared proudly, “I will personally eat whatever is left on your floor. Cross my heart!”
The old lady stared at the pile of manure, then slowly looked up at the smiling salesman.
“Well, hold on right there while I run to the kitchen and grab you a giant spoon,” she said calmly. “I hope you brought an appetite, because they cut my electricity off this morning.”
