DEPARTMENT STORE. DAY. MIDDLE AGED MAN IS BROWSING THE TROUSER DEPARTMENT.
ASSISTANT: Can I help you sir?
MR CONWAY JUMPS.
MR CONWAY: What? Oh, no, it's OK. I'm just looking.
MR CONWAY TURNS AWAY AND BUMPS INTO SOMEONE ELSE. IT'S ANOTHER ASSISTANT WHO LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME.
ASSISTANT: Can I help you sir?
MR CONWAY: No, No, it's alright really. I'm just browsing.
MR CONWAY TURNS AGAIN AND THERE ARE TWO MORE ASSISTANTS LOOKING AT HIM.
ASSISTANTS: (TOGETHER) Can I help you sir?
MR CONWAY IS BEGINNING TO PANIC AND TURNS TO LEAVE. MORE ASSISTANTS APPEAR ALL REPEATING:
ASSISTANTS: Can I help you sir? Can I help you sir?
MR CONWAY IS GRADUALLY HEARDED TOWARDS THE TILL WHERE HE IS STARED AT UNTIL HE PICKS UP A RAIL FULL OF TROUSERS AND BUYS THEM.
COUNTER ASSISTANT: That will be £643.80 please.
ALL THE ASSISTANTS SMILE MANICALLY AS THE TRANSACTION IS COMPLETED. MR CONWAY DASHES FROM THE STORE.
THE ASSISTANTS RELAX AND START TO CHAT.
ASSISTANT 1: Looks like we're gonna make the monthly target afterall.
ASSISTANT 2: You don't think we were a little pushy with the old sales technique?
ASSISTANT 1: Nah. A bit of gentle persuassion never hurt anybody.
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