What "we" don't know about you.

JimB said:
There are no good olives.
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That's what I thought when I was younger. Couldn't stand them.

Then one day while in grade school, a cute girl from my class walked home with me. When she saw a jar of olives sitting out in the kitchen she said "I LOVE olives!"

And we proceeded to munch on olives until she had to leave.

I've loved olives ever since.
 
RetiredUSNChief said:
That's what I thought when I was younger. Couldn't stand them.

Then one day while in grade school, a cute girl from my class walked home with me. When she saw a jar of olives sitting out in the kitchen she said "I LOVE olives!"

And we proceeded to munch on olives until she had to leave.

I've loved olives ever since.
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Exactly the same story for me, but high school, a classmates house and vodka.
 
B00ger said:
My dad was a salesman, and when I graduated from college and was trying to get settled he encouraged me to give it a try. He felt that I had the out going personality to be great at it. I was terrible.

See, I have the attitude for customer service, and made a ton of really good friends in my territory (selling office equipment). But, I have no “killer instinct” to close a sale. If I looked around at a customers stuff and everything seemed fine I never felt comfortable convincing them otherwise. I would be like “Yeah, y’all really don’t need my stuff, you have this set up well, wanna go grab lunch?”.

As far as providing service and support for equipment in the field I was great. Liked checking in with people, making sure everything was going well. But could never get aggressive enough. So, I went a different path in my career.


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That's called integrity. That's a good thing.
 
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I may have learned that a 96 GMC Sonoma can get some pretty good air when doing 50mph or so on the hilly streets in West Portland (Corbett street iirc). Allegedly the neighbors dont like such antics. Especially not at 3am. I also may have learned you can get away with driving 90mph or so on the Ross Island bridge at around that same hour heading into SE Portland to allude Police. I also may have knowledge that the parking lot by the US Bank off of Powell and Milwaukie supplies adequate cover from cars heading E. on Powell..

When bored and driving around with your buddies, dont listen when they say "gun it!" And especially dont listen when they say "do it again!".
 
When I was 14 me an a neighbor buddy were supposed to wait at the bus stop for my his younger siblings to get off the middle school bus about 30 minutes later. Instead, we walked home and got the truck keys and drove back down to the bus stop to pick them up. Had a good thing going for a few weeks till the neighbor down the street took a vacation day and caught me doing donuts in dad's truck. Dad moved the keys from a nail in the garage to his sock drawer. Took me a couple weeks to find them, and found a stash of gas money too!
 
I had a 2006 Jeep Wrangler LJ that had a speedo that topped out at 100 MPH. I had it buried on multiple occasions (>20 times), but never got caught. It had a 6 speed manual, and would top out in 5th. Shifting into sixth would drop it under 100. I grew up watching the Dukes and I drove that Jeep like it was General Lee. Who knew that a jeep would drift, but I'd shift into 2nd at about 3k rpm's and turn it hard right and the back end would slide out every time. Had it on 2 wheels on multiple occasions too (maybe 5 times), but never rolled it luckily.
 
B00ger said:
My dad was a salesman, and when I graduated from college and was trying to get settled he encouraged me to give it a try. He felt that I had the out going personality to be great at it. I was terrible.

See, I have the attitude for customer service, and made a ton of really good friends in my territory (selling office equipment). But, I have no “killer instinct” to close a sale. If I looked around at a customers stuff and everything seemed fine I never felt comfortable convincing them otherwise. I would be like “Yeah, y’all really don’t need my stuff, you have this set up well, wanna go grab lunch?”.

As far as providing service and support for equipment in the field I was great. Liked checking in with people, making sure everything was going well. But could never get aggressive enough. So, I went a different path in my career.


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It was just the wrong sales job. And by wrong, I mean wrong for you. I was a field sales rep for Sylvania for ten years. Wholesale electrical distributors stocked our products, so we didn’t chase orders as much as we serviced the accounts that had been buying from us for decades. I was more of an account manager than a sales guy. My approach to what I did was pretty much what you described and it worked well in that capacity.
 
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papa_smurf said:
I had a 2006 Jeep Wrangler LJ that had a speedo that topped out at 100 MPH. I had it buried on multiple occasions (>20 times), but never got caught. It had a 6 speed manual, and would top out in 5th. Shifting into sixth would drop it under 100. I grew up watching the Dukes and I drove that Jeep like it was General Lee. Who knew that a jeep would drift, but I'd shift into 2nd at about 3k rpm's and turn it hard right and the back end would slide out every time. Had it on 2 wheels on multiple occasions too (maybe 5 times), but never rolled it luckily.
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When we were 15 a friend of mine's brother had a rat 66 Mustang fastback that had rust everywhere, but it ran great. No tag, but we "confiscated" it one Saturday and took it to the gravel pit where they pulled stone from the river to crush into gravel. We had a blast cutting doughnuts and trying to climb the gravel piles.
Got it back to where it was and nobody was the wiser!
 
fieldgrade said:
It was just the wrong sales job. And by wrong, I mean wrong for you. I was a field sales rep for Sylvania for ten years. Wholesale electrical distributors stocked our products, so we didn’t chase orders as much as we serviced the accounts that had been buying from us for decades. I was more of an account manager than a sales guy. My approach to what I did was pretty much what you described and it worked well in that capacity.
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I can’t disagree. But the sweet calling of cubicle life and banking grabbed a hold of me. If I had to switch careers I’d love more of an account manager gig.


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fieldgrade said:
It was just the wrong sales job. And by wrong, I mean wrong for you. I was a field sales rep for Sylvania for ten years. Wholesale electrical distributors stocked our products, so we didn’t chase orders as much as we serviced the accounts that had been buying from us for decades. I was more of an account manager than a sales guy. My approach to what I did was pretty much what you described and it worked well in that capacity.
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One of my best friends from high school got a job right after graduating at an upper end mens clothing store, he's the head honcho there now. He could sell a refrigerator to an Eskimo!
 
Years and years ago..
I was witness to what turned out to be a triple murder suicide. Perp was a sheriff deputy.
This happened in an alley way adjacent to a parking lot behind two bars that were next door to one another.
Was in the alley way having a smoke at the time talking to this dude i knew when it happened.
Post incident, we got pulled to city hall to interview with detectives.
The dude I was talking to was really my dealer, and I had just got some pot from him....so that was in my pocket at city hall while getting interviewed.
Detective didnt notice apparently..
 
thrillhill said:
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom
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I have NEVER found a whopper to be that good that I wanted to stick my....... well nevermind. Hope you didn't eat it afterwards.

🤣🤣
 
fieldgrade said:
Was just checking to see what time this was posted on a Friday night.

Makes sense now. :cool:
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Think what you want puddin eater.

I've already split a half cord of wood this morning. No bourbon (or peaty scotch) for me last night. I just get super manic when "my weather" gets here.

Had the song running through my head all week for some reason. Felt like the right time to blurt it out! :p


Besides. Folks tell me I look a lot like Shock G.

Except my skin is darker. And I ain't skinny. And my nose ain't big. And the overalls and beard and potbelly. And I don't like Hennessey from your shelf or anywhere else.

Well, okay. But my wife says I sound just like him when I'm in the shower singing in the morning.


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I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy
 
RetiredUSNChief said:
That's what I thought when I was younger. Couldn't stand them.

Then one day while in grade school, a cute girl from my class walked home with me. When she saw a jar of olives sitting out in the kitchen she said "I LOVE olives!"

And we proceeded to munch on olives until she had to leave.

I've loved olives ever since.
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Popeye used to munch on Olive's. The spinach was to get the taste out of his mouth.
 
thrillhill said:
Think what you want puddin eater.

I've already split a half cord of wood this morning. No bourbon (or peaty scotch) for me last night. I just get super manic when "my weather" gets here.

Had the song running through my head all week for some reason. Felt like the right time to blurt it out! :p


Besides. Folks tell me I look a lot like Shock G.

Except my skin is darker. And I ain't skinny. And my nose ain't big. And the overalls and beard and potbelly. And I don't like Hennessey from your shelf or anywhere else.

Well, okay. But my wife says I sound just like him when I'm in the shower singing in the morning.


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I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy
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Hey yo fat girl, come here--are ya ticklish?
 
Mr. Bggs said:
Dugout at a baseball field after a game for me. No hits during the game, but a homerun for sure afterwards!
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I dated a girl from Peace Collage in 1983. Couldn't screw in her dorm, my Toyota truck was too small in cab and I was to poor to get a hotel. We would go down to Pullen park and screw on top of a big turtle statue near the carousel. This was back before there security cameras and cell cameras everywhere.
 
mj1angier said:
I dated a girl from Peace Collage in 1983. Couldn't screw in her dorm, my Toyota truck was too small in cab and I was to poor to get a hotel. We would go down to Pullen park and screw on top of a big turtle statue near the carousel. This was back before there security cameras and cell cameras everywhere.
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"Pullen" park? Was "her" name Mary? And were sisters there also?
 
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