A Man of Samples. Something about the men he met "On the Road" — John Shaqi
A Man of Samples. Something about the men he met "On the Road"Maher, William H.
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A Man of Samples. Something about the men he met "On the Road"
Maher, William H.
Traveling sales personnel -- Fiction
“I came near losing a customer once,” said another man, “by a little
carelessness. I went into his store in a great hurry; sold him a
bill, and collected pay for a previous one. I neglected to enter the
collection on my book and also to report to the house. They shipped the
goods ordered, but supposing that I had not collected amount due from
him, inclosed a statement of account with a 'please remit' at the
bottom. No bull ever flew at a red rag quicker than he flew at that
statement, and he wrote a saucy letter, saying he had paid me, and he
didn't like being dunned for a paid bill, etc., etc. You all know just
how a small man will act under those conditions. They forwarded his
letter to me and I acknowledged my carelessness; I wrote him taking all
the blame on my shoulders, and explaining how the mistake happened.
But his Irish was up, and in a few weeks he went into the store, still
talking 'bigitty,' proposing to settle up and quit. The book-keeper took
his money, handing him back his change and a receipt. He counted the
change and pushed it back, saying, 'That ain't right.' The boss stood
near, taking all the tongue-lashing, but feeling as if his cup would run
over if the book-keeper had now been guilty of making a mistake. He took
the change, ran it over hastily, and saw that it was correct. This was
nuts. 'It seems,' said he, 'you occasionally make mistakes, Mr. B., so
you ought to make allowance for others. It is a devilish smart man
who never makes a mistake, and a devilish mean one who will not make
allowances for the mistakes made by another.' 'Oh, I'm mean, am I,' said
B.; 'well, I pay my bills.' 'So do other people; you're not the only man
who pays.' But B. went off on his high horse. The next time I went there
I could'nt touch him with a ten-foot pole, but the trip after he came
around all right.”
“I wish I had no collecting to do,” said a man near me; “I can sell
goods, but collecting is the deuce-and-all. I envy the New Yorkers who
don't have any collecting to do. Their business is to sell, and the
house collects.”
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