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- Good afternoon! Double Cross Organization, Judith speaking, What can I do for you?
- Good afternoon, I saw your advertisement in this afternoon’s newspaper,
- which said that you were looking for door-to-door salesman for household goods.
- I feel that I would be particularly suitable in this position,
- As I enjoy meeting people face to face and knocking on their doors. I also enjoy---
- Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but I’m afraid you’ll need to talk to our Mr. Conn.
- I’d rather talk to you. I like talking to attractive young ladies.
- You’ll have to wait for Mr. Conn, I’m afraid. He’s interviewing another applicant for the past at the moment.
- Tell me then, Mr. Dogge, what were your reasons for applying for this job? What was it that particularly interested you?
- Was it the product, perhaps, or had you already heard of the Double Cross organization?
- Er, no…I’m sorry.
- Well, what was it, then, that made you pick up your pen and write to us?
- I’m sorry sir, I wrote the application with a pencil actually, I’m sorry…
- It doesn’t matter. Let’s change the subject. How would you go about selling our products, if you were offered the position?
- Imagine I’m a housewife, OK. I’m at home, listening to the radio or whatever, and you come around,
- and knock on my front door. What would you say to me?
- Er…um…
- I mean, imagine I’ve just opened the door, OK? Well, would you just leave me standing on the door step, or what?
- What would you say, for Heaven’s sake?
- I imagine I’d try to sell you something.
- Ok, that’s a start. But what would you actually say?
- Um, ah…help! I don’t know sir! My mind’s gone blank! I’d think of something though, I would.
- Please believe me, I would!
- I think we’d better leave it at that, Mr. Dogge. Thank you very much for your application.
- Judith, would you please show Mr. Dogge out?
- Honestly Mr. Conn, my mind went blank, that’s all. It could have happened to anyone.
- It doesn’t often happen to me, well, not that often. I’m sorry, I really am.
- Thank you, Mr. Dogge.
- You didn’t bring a coat, did you? Bye-bye.
- Mother of God! I just don’t believe it! How much did we pay the newspaper to advertise this job?
- $95, Mr. Conn.
- Ninety-five bucks? It wasn’t worth ninety-five cents. Every single person who’s come here today has been an absolutely hopeless loser.
- I don’t know! Are there any applicants left now, or is that the last?
- There’s just one gentleman waiting, Mr. Conn.
- Ah well, he can’t be any worse than the rest of them. What’s his name?
- Mr. Berry, Sir. Mr. John Berry.
- OK, show Mr. Berry in then, Judith.
- Certainly, Mr. Conn. If you’d like to go in, Mr. Berry, Mr. Conn will see you now.
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