When I was in Ann Arbor, MI, my friends and I would bump into these Amway/QuickStar folks all the time (coffee shops, bookstores, grocery store etc.) I was talking to my wife last week, and it seems like we haven't been "approached" even once in three years, since coming to Florida.
It's surprising, but of course, I am not complaining.
It got me thinking about an old incident.
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Once, while still at
Michigan, I got a call from this guy - Mr. X - who claimed to be a friend of a friend. He had just moved into the Detroit area. We talked on the phone over multiple weekends, and to be honest, the conversations themselves were quite entertaining.
Then one day, he asked if we could meet, and since we had become "pally" by then, I said yeah.
At his place, I talked with him and his wife, over a cup of tea and cake. He asked me more about what I was doing. At that particular point, I was in grad school wondering whether I should go to industry or academia, and more susceptible to suggestion, than I would have liked.
In short, I was a great
bakra.
After about 20 minutes of small talk, I thought I should leave, and got up to say bye. All of a sudden, both Mr. and Mrs. X stood up, and asked me to have more tea.
"Hmmmm. Fisshhhy!", I thought to myself. Something was amiss.
They didn't waste any more time. He started talking about "the business", and "financial independence", "asset creation", and "who wants to be a millionaire?".
When I did not react with the overflowing enthusiasm that was expected, he must have thought, I was the nerdy type, and needed a different approach. Very skillfully, he started spewing out an alphabet soup consisting of "B2B, ..., B2P, ... P2P...", essentially connecting random letters with a "2".
I said, "I am a chemical engineer, and don't know what all this means." It was a rare, but honest concession of ignorance.
He said, I should go to this amazing "once-in-a-lifetime" seminar in Southfield the following weekend. I said I was busy, and he said, "but it will change your life."
Of course registration was about $100, at which point I had completely tuned out, but just to be polite, still asked, "what will I learn?".
I endured another litany of management bullshit, after which I had to go outside and gasp for fresh air.
As I emerged out, the chilly, subzero Michigan air had lost its bite.
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