I'm a salesman
So here's how it happened:
While waiting for my turn with the bank teller I started googling define:teller. Why are they called Tell-ers I pondered.
A frail voice from the right asked: What's that?
me: An iPhone
I looked at the voice, and it came from an old woman - no younger than 70.
frail voice: What does it do?
me: ummm… I’m browsing the Internet. It has the Internet.
frail voice: Hmmmm… You’re on the Internet? Over here?
me: Yes, it has the Internet. This is a web browser, but there are other things it can do too.
frail voice: Is it a phone? Can you make calls on it?
me: Yes, it’s a phone too. You can make calls.
And so we went. Her eyes lit up every time I did something unexpected like scrolling or zooming with my fingers. She liked the way my fingers glided all over the pretty screen.
When I told her how much I was paying for it every month her eyes lit up even more. Apparently she was paying $50 for her home phone, and about the same for the Internet… and it was all stuck at home!
Her partner sitting next to her grumbled something to her. My time with my teller had come. I smiled at her confident that she was going to get an iPhone soon.
I should go into sales. I'll find out about tellers some other day :-)
