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Show 55, Jeffries, Islamorada Diamond and another salesman, acting the role of a couple buying a lot. Once, trying to strike up a conversation, Dorian told a salesman he thought the meal was excellent, but the man snapped at him, 'Well we didn't come here to eat,' and fussed all petulant at the carousel, these salesmen in their sweaty argyles who had washed out of Brittanica or S&H Stamps and were in no mood to get involved with the man with the boss' daughter. And Diamond, being a trainee and not allowed to 'talk company," would settle back with him and watch the marks come in, or she'd help with the seating: 'Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Woolie, this is your host for our Florida dinner party, Mr. Blodgett.1 And the guests would fall on the salads-that one had stuffed his cheeks like a hamster-while the super-salesman worked the slides: 'Now here is our shopping mall at Poncetown, and you grow your own breakfast oranges along the Indian River here at our Living Space, and this, your screened indoor pool, well this is what we do with our basements in Florida. . .' Laughter here; and a growling stomach is heard, as the projector holds on the bright colors of a |
