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Sales, Salesmen, trades
It's Not Thanksgiving But There's Turkey
By Jim Whelan
Friday, September 7, 2007
After a couple of days hobnobbin around Athens and sounding off at the Greek Police, I find myself in Turkey. I think the Greeks paid for my magic carpet ride, and told them to hurry it up, they would be glad if I left sooner rather than later. I probably now have a record and jacket with the Greek Police for taking unauthorized photos of historical buildings, an offense that I'm sure is punishable by death.
I'm still trying to figure those bozos out. There wasn't a single sign anywhere that said you couldn't take photos anywhere in Athens, yet these bozolokos claimed that it was true. Nobody I talked to all day heard or saw anything like it either.
This confirms what I already believe about cops, and that is they always try to exert more authority than anybody ever gave them. It's just a universal truth.
So I find myself in Instanbul, and this place is WILD. Everywhere I go someone is trying to sell me something, and I mean everyone everywhere. This is where all salesmen should be trained. These guys are relentless, and it starts early in the morning, and as far as I know, there ain't any closing time.
This place is "Letz Make A Deal" round the clock, and the cool thing is, they have quite a few things I like. I may actually spend some dough here.
The Turks are really eating up my tuxedos. They all want to know how and where to get one, although I doubt any of them could afford it. But they all want one just the same.
I have also had numerous offers for my boots and hat. A couple of them I'm actually considering. They need to get just a smidge higher. I'll see what happens tomorrow.
One guy would trade his whole family for my boots, I swear. But I don't really need any more dependents. I am kinda leaning toward a sale, and these boots are like the # 5 pair on my active roster. These guys work so hard at selling I want to sell them something just to be in the game.
This has been the most interesting stop so far, and I wouldn't have guessed it.
More from the Whelanator World Tour tomorrow.
From the big saddle,Jim Whelan
