Share your embarrassing moments with the CSFMB.
Okay, I'll go first.
About five years ago I was working for one of the many dying construction companies in the greater Chicago area. I held an executive position and I didn't really have anything to do with sales. But as things began unraveling a lot of our salesmen couldn't sell our expensive room additions and left to try what they considered easier pitches like Gutter Guards and Bathfitters.
Well, I can sell anything so I figured I'd show these dumbfucks how it was done. Now, I may have mentioned that I have some difficulty with the physical world. I don't have a great understanding of how things work. And I wouldn't know a Simpson bracket from a mortise and tenon. But I'm not a complete moron and I figured our architect could straighten out any goofy shit I brought back. Architects love to hear that.
So one night I had a sit out in one of the hillbilly areas of Lake County- Wadsworth or Winthrop Harbor or some shit. And I'm talking to these nice folks about their room addition project. I'm sketching drawings and going through my pitch. I'm making my drops and sitting there thinking these people are buyers. We're at their kitchen table. It's the guy, his wife (I don't run one-leggers), and a kid about five or six years old. The kid is all excited about the plans and the couple are into this shit. I've asked for the order a couple times already and I'm pretty confident I'm going to button this one up tonight. I've been there for over three hours. I'm not leaving without some signed paper.
But then I feel my phone start to vibrate and the ringtone begins to play. I know right away it's my girlfriend and I start fumbling to shut off the ringer. You see, my ringtone for her is "Crazy Bitch" by Buckcherry. The kid's mouth dropped open and the guy and the wife shot me daggers as my Motorola RAZR blasted out, "But you fuck so good I'm on top of it".
The guy said, "Well, I think that's enough for tonight. We're going to get one more estimate, but we'll probably go with you." He never called me back and my follow-up calls went straight to voicemail. So much for my $3500 commission. "Scratches all down my back to keep me right on."