I had to meet with a printing company today. The guy drove for like, 8 hours or something to meet me.
him: "hi stilleto, it's nice to meet you!"
me: "it's nice to meet you too, salesman."
we shake hands. he holds my hand a few seconds longer than he should and stares at me.
him: "what are you thinking right now?"
?? i fucking HATE that question, because the truth is that if i wanted someone to know what I was thinking, i'd say it.
me: I'm thinking we should go to the conference room so you can tell me about your company.
him: how about we go out for a drink and talk about it?
he works for a large printing company. I thought he'd have samples and pictures and other catalogs to show me.
me: I'll have coffee and soda brought in to the conference room.
him: ha ha ha... doesn't a beer sound better?
me: beer? I don't drink during work (bullshit). we'll go to the conference room.
we go and talk about printing. when i went to ask him a question, he said, "don't speak until i'm done, ok?"
i felt like i was having a battle of control. one that i can only win, since I decide who gets our account.