THERE ARE SALESPERSONS AND THERE ARE SALESPERSONS

Dinno waved his right arm beckoning papa and jinair to come sit outside in the smoking section. Longtime Benny, the main man nonchalantly walked to the nearest table. Having seated; all four started to order the ubiquitous the tarik in all its subtle varieties. Dinno set forth the conversation by mentioning the sms unkel received from jelitawan w.t ; requesting him invest 15K with her to help top up her monthly quota. “She could at least arranged for an appointment instead of just sms ‘said Dinno. ‘15K is no small amount you know “ he continued. From then on, the conversation lingered upon the demerits and possible merits of being a marketing person. All the more riveting if such a person be a pretty girl. Benny recalled a lady executive still hounding him; imploring him to come view her financial products. He further maintained in most definitive terms his recalcitrant posture in not giving in to her request until and unless he felt like meeting her along with conditions attached. As to what the conditions are ? Only Benny is privy to. Jinair thence related his work cum holiday in the Philippines. Waxing lyrical about the young girl he came upon: how willing she was assisting him; preparing meals, seeking value for money accommodations and arranging for transportations. He could have easily gone further, but jinair, considering his ever dogmatic persona and assertive demeanour declined. Papa believed him. Benny interjected; recounting his working sojourn in another ASEAN country-the fantastic experiences amongst the girls; ever more beautiful and incessantly willing. Papa just had to replace his lost passport.