When I returned home from my mission, there was no part of me that wanted to sell pest control, security alarms, or whatever else stuff returned missionaries often find themselves hawking. I had just spent two years going door to door with the ultimate sales pitch and facing a lot more rejection than acceptance. Why would I ever want to try selling some far inferior product?*
*This is no knock on the various pest control systems, security alarms, or sets of knives other returned missionaries where selling; but compared to the everlasting gospel, they just didn't cut it.
Monday, August 13, 2018
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Brilliant. With a few words he gets that deer-in-the-headlights look and changes his toon. Tuen? Tune.
ReplyDeleteHas that ever happened to you in real life?
No. Any of my comic strips where the missionaries offer the perfect comeback is pure fiction. If it had been true to life, Elder Van Dyke would have come up with the perfect thing to say later that night while trying to fall asleep in his bed.
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