Salesmen were the bane of Mom’s existence. She despised them. We remember her telling us to hide in the bedroom when they knocked on our door and to be very quiet until the salesmen would think no one was home and just go away. One time she did let one in, a very large man. I’m not sure we had ever seen anyone as overweight as he was. It was memorable for all of us because as he sat in the chair our mother offered to him it shattered into a million pieces and he ended up sprawled across our kitchen floor. That was one more example of our complete lack of social grace, being the young children that we were, we all laughed hysterically, the salesman as we recall got up, brushed himself off, and walked out the door. I’m not sure we ever knew what product he was peddling
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