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- Modern marketing techniques explained
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- I'm sitting at home the other day, when an old "friend" rang up for a chat.
- Something's wrong, I can tell, because we were the sort of old friends that nod
- at each other when they meet at the clinic, but rarely exchange words. Now he's
- on first name term, asking about the penicllin treatment.
-
- I of course, smell a rat - something's wrong here. Then he starts talking about
- the mysterious ways of the world, and the tenuous links that bind us to our
- peace of mind.
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- I'm now struggling like crazy to remember if he was a particularly religious
- person, as the conversation seems to be heading in esoteric directions.
-
- Then he spills his guts. "Have you ever thought about Insurance?" he waffles,
- so I hang up. He rings back unfortunately and I make the excuse that I was
- just choking the dog to death and it pawed the phone onto the hook again.
-
- SO anyway, he starts talking about me when I'm 65 with no bowel control, and
- who's going to look after me, not the government, that's for sure, ramble,
- ramble, ramble. I start watching an Australian Soap on TV to releive the
- boredom, making a mental note to say uh-huh every time a tediously repititive
- turn of the plot occurs.
-
- So I must have uh-huh'd only about 1000 times (cos I did start watching 1/2 way
- thru) and he's SURE he's on a winner or my head's been in the bottom of a
- couple too many Rugby Mauls. So then he starts talking about this neat product
- he sells, only he won't mention the name, and he tells me that half the
- civilised world is using it and I should be too, because my friends are turning
- away from me because I'm not.
-
- Oh!, And all the other stuff I use is harming nature.
-
- So I ask him the name of the product, only he still won't tell me, because he
- says that I'm the sort of person who (in his opinion) doesn't want to pass a
- good idea by, and why is he trying to sell me the product when I could buy it
- myself and reap the profits instead of him. I'm completely agog now, here's
- this guy who I thought was just upright gum-suck, and in fact he has my best
- interests at heart. I'm sad, so I ask him the product name. Only he still
- won't tell me on account of I'm not actually a customer and not a dealer, but
- if I was like a dealer and a customer, he's sure he could find a way.
- So what the hell have I got to lose, I'll be getting the profits right? So I
- give him my VISA number, and then he gets me to plug in the fax and sends me a
- form.
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- At the top of this form is "Application to become a distributor of "Mmd,kdkje"
- and it's all blurred cos it's on the end of the page, BUT I NEED THESE PROFITS,
- so I sign, right? I fax it back to him, along with my VISA number (so he can
- fax my order thru to his boss and I'll get my order in maybe 2 weeks.
-
- I still don't know what I bought, but at least my VISA limit's at 800 quid, so
- I'm not too bad. Then I remember that the VISA place said just call anytime
- and they'll whack up my limit to Cuba's National Debt, no forms, no nothing.
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- So now I'm shitting twinkies. It's a friday night (so what am I doing home
- right? Get lost) and I haven't got the VISA receipt because it was turned
- into paper mache by the water coming thru the hole in the door of my car, so I
- don't know what the VISA emergency number is. But I bet he knows it.
- I ring him back and tell him if he ups my limit, I'll have
- him taken to confessions and killed, only he tapes his phone calls for the
- "Verbal Agreement" clause of the dealership tuck. So the cops show, and I'm
- going to have to appear in court for threatening to kill. I sob out my story to
- them, and they understand. They lend me a service revolver and a big pillow and
- tell me how to shoot my ex-friend and make it look like suicide - the kind of
- suicide that reminds dealers above my ex-friend of the danger of tampering with
- my visa limit - 4 in the chest from across the room and 2 at point blank range.
- Then wipe the gun off and put it next to what remains of the body.
-
- No Sweat. So I call him up and say I've got another distributor for him who's
- got 5 grand in cash and is really keen. He arranges a meet, but still won't
- tell me the name of the product. I get to the meet early and hide the revolver
- in a bankers bag. Ex-friend shows looking really excited and aniticipating a
- quick deal. I pull out the gun and ask him the name of the product. He starts
- crying and admits that he doesn't know. He never knew; he just gets
- distibutors. Has been for five years since the guy that recuited him videotaped
- him about to shoot his recruiter. All he's got to get is 5 more clients and
- he's in the clear. Which leaves me 5 years of clients.
- What the hell, I cut out the middle man with a shot to the head. I call the
- cops and confess. I get sent down the river for 5 years (after parole), but
- what the hell, they're going to need cleaners in prison, aren't they? Besides,
- I don't know what I'm selling (apart from distributors)
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- spt@waikato.ac.nz.
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- *** EOF
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