So for a season of my life I went door to door to businesses selling online advertising. It was a very interesting time and I really enjoyed meeting with so many different people. I found that if you show up at their business in person they tend to be more receptive than if you cold call, so door to door I went. I originally started here in St. George, we each having our assigned areas and then ended up in Cedar City for the summer that year. It was amazing getting out of the heat and commuting up there so we took it a step further and commuted all the way to Parowan for a couple of weeks.
Parowan is the most random little town. If I ever wanted to write a novel, it would be there that I would hibernate for writing. It's full of crazies, bed and breakfasts, small cafes and a few other small businesses. So much of the small main street is original, and I love it!
One of the days I was there I wandered off the main road and found a small motel. You guys, the cat lady from the Simpsons
lives there!! I'm not kidding. An old woman with crazy gray hair was chasing cats around speaking in an unidentifiable language. And entire flock of ducks was also making their way down the overgrown dirt road that separated the two rows of motel rooms.
Oh! Google Images...there's a picture!
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| the picture pretty much sells it, right? |
So, being the young and non-intimidated idiot that I was I decided to knock on the office door. Sometimes I look back at my days in sales and thank heaven I'm still alive and safe. Who in their right mind drives clear up to Parowan, finds the most dark and secluded motel off the beaten path and then decides to go to there? Yeah...
I knock on the door and I kid you not, a wall of smoke wafts over me as the door opened. In front of me is a youngish man with an old t-shirt reading "hippies stink." (they do). His first words: "Hey! Look at you! Look at me! Look at me looking at you!" (In my mind I think I was grateful that he was a friendly stranger). I introduced myself and the product I was selling. He said some other very hilarious and only mildly-coherent things here that unfortunately time has taken from my memory. He had no internet access. (I would be willing to bet they probably still don't have internet access).
An entire flock of wild turkeys then decided to migrate through. Seriously. Squaking, feathers and all.
Typically I would meet people and set up appointments to come back and go over the full spiel. So I asked if I could. No. He then asked if I had any lit.er.a.ture...pronounced just so. Not if I had any more information, but if I had any lit.er.a.ture. I did. And I left it. He made sure to get my personal business card as well (I was hesitant, but thoroughly entertained and curious at this point enough to risk prank calls or stalking..who knows)
While our exchange took place we gathered an audience of the motel's inhabitants. Old men playing cards, a toothless woman crocheting, and of course the cat woman. She actually growled at me from behind her bike (like I was going to steal it) as I left.
I'm sad to say I never heard anymore from this. It was quite the exchange. We were recently up in Parowan on our way up the canyon and all of a sudden this memory flooded back to me. Luckily I scrawled down a few tiny details on a notepad because I thought the entire thing was so funny at the time.
