Chains to nowhere

Clear back in the early spring, one of the first really warm days actually, Daisy and I were hanging out in her as yet unfinished guest room, I was sipping a beer and she was painting trim around the walls. I was catching a decent buzz and she was happy and just finishing up her painting when the phone rings. Daisy talks to the person on the other line, hangs up and suddenly exclaims that we have a visitor arriving at 6:00 PM. I was a little confused and since it was nearly that time already I raised an eyebrow and waited for the explanation. I sort of had to fish it out of her, while she cleaned up and hurried about in anticipation of the mystery visitors arrival.
It turns out that sometime back she was pressured into accepting a sales call from some company that sells air purifiers. In return for her time, she gets to choose the fabulous vacation of her choice for FREE! Apparently there was no purchase required. The phone call was from the sales dude, having got faulty instructions and needed to confirm the address. While he was on his way back across town, Daisy informed me that I get to deal with him. Oh yay I though, can I be rude? May I mock him? No, no be nice and then get rid of him.
The door bell rings and I answer the door, expecting a man in a suit and tie but am instead greeted by a tall, lanky individual with bright red hair and a flaming red goatee. The gentleman was dressed in a shirt that had what looked like burn holes in it and a pair of jeans and cowboy boots. The over all image was of some redneck nerd gone hormonal.
I invite him in, with some trepidation mind you, as he smiles (I dont think all the teeth were there) and shakes my hand. Daisy comes out of the living room and we gather in the kitchen. I am bemused at his appearance and notice the guy is wearing one of those wallet chains. You know, that emblem of shitkickers everywhere, the obligatory biker / redneck / piercing crowd fashion accessory that doubles as pick pocket prevention.
He starts in with the small talk and tosses a beat up brochure on the counter, the one with a stunning array of spectacular and exotic vacation destinations. He proudly says we are entitled to a vacation and we should choose one right now before we go any further. Daisy, chooses one, just randomly after we make a few jokes about it. With that out of the way our redneck salesman must be feeling encouraged because he becomes animated and starts winding up for the pitch. No sooner had the hot air started blowing and he had barely opened his case, Daisy asks him how long this was going to take. He derailed pretty quick and started to deflect the question but Daisy wouldn't let him. He states that the presentation will take about 2 hours.
As if that weren't enough, Daisy starts asking what the product is and how much. Oh our wallet chain wearing salesman didnt like that at all and Daisy was wielding Occam's Razor with the skill of a butcher.
Finally he breaks down, spills the price, gets told no, and is being massaged out the door. He didnt even get his case open. The conversation briefly turns into a question and answer session about him. I ask if he makes any money selling these things door to door, and how I cannot believe people still make a living at this sort of selling. They dont apparently, or else he would have had on better clothing. However there is that chain guarding his wallet, it could be it is stufffed with cash from all the $3000.00 air purifiers he has sold, right before dinner time, in someones living room.
Or it could be that he just didnt want to leave the house without his favorite fashion accessory, proudly (and loudly) proclaiming the quality of his character, convincing us right away that he and his company can be trusted and we should get out the check book right then and there. If the check made it past the closest state lottery outlet, it sure enough would have been safe in that wallet.