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GETTING MY ASS KICKED BY FOUR GIRLS
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GETTING MY ASS KICKED BY FOUR GIRLS As a young I read that America's salesmen were the best in the world. I felt I was a fast talker, and perhaps I could make my mark in life as a salesman. At least I wanted to give selling things a try. During the early years of my life I sold lots of things. Is anyone reading this post old enough to remember Cloverine Salve? Cloverine was really just an early form of Petroleum Jelly. Coverine came in a fancy tin like a chewing tobacco tin, but prettier. I sold it for 50 cents a container. During the years of the Second World War, 50 cents was a lot of money. The Cloverine was sold as a wondrous cream that could cure all sorts of skin ailments. People fell for my sales pitch, and even ordered more when their first tin was used up. I was nine years old the first time I went from house to house peddling Cloverine! In today's world I would probably be sodomized if not killed the first day out on the selling route. I don't remember exactly how much money I made from each tin of Cloverine I sold, but I think it was a nickle. My selling was only done during the summer vacation when school was out. My next endeavor into the selling world was a "New Amazing Invention". It was a cigarette lighter that contained no flint, and lit all by itself by taking off the lid. "POOF" a flame miraculously started by itself. The fuel was alcohol, and the lid contained a thin platinum wire that interacted with the alcohol to start the flame... The lighter was more of a novelty item than useful as a lighter. I sold a lot of those novelty lighters.. I think they sold for one seventy-five cents, and I got a dime for each one I sold. Next I sold magazine subscriptions, and as I walked back home from one of my day's selling in late August, with a pocketful of checks and money, I was<b> attacked </font></b>by a gang of GUESS WHAT ---four GIRLS! The girls were all from 12 to 14. I was 10 at that time. They knocked me down in a sand trap of a neighboring golf course where no one could see what was going on. Three of them held me with my face in the sand and went through my pockets and took all the money but left the checks. "Turn him over and hold him down," the largest girl said, and she opened my pants to see what I had there, then she giggled and kissed me, no not THERE, but right on the lips. Another girl grabbed my member and the girls laughed. I kept myself from crying. I was afraid they'd tear my member off but they didn't, they just took turns kissing me, and laughing, and then they were gone. I buttoned up, and shook off most of the sand, then walked dejectedly home thinking of the money the girls had stolen from me. My father put his foot down after that. "No more selling door to door," he yelled. The next summer I was shipped out to a nearby farm and picked strawberries. I remember the pay there, it was 7 cents for each quart of berries I picked. The man and woman who owned the farm had no . The man let me drive his tractor. During the second year I worked for this older couple they approached my mother and father to ask if my parents would allow me to be adopted by them. I didn't find out about that until I was in my twenties, when my older sister told me how my father had shouted at the couple that I belonged to him and my mother, and that farmers would never get his , and for the couple to get the hell out of his house and never come back. The next summer I picked tomatoes from another farm. 25 cents a bushel was the pay for that job.. Then my father got transferred in his job as a technician working on the UNIVAC, one of the first experimental computers-- to Atlanta, Georgia. I was thirteen then and I didn't sell anything during my years in Georgia. But I did eat a lot pecans that fell from a huge tree in our back yard. I went to a Military School in Georgia that was an all boy's school. Homosexuality was common between the boys in that school, and I think it was secretly encouraged to take "the edge off" us boys. I liked that school a lot and made some good friends there-- a couple of them in the bathroom stalls between classes. I was a very relaxed student in that school. When my family moved to Bridgeport, Connecticut when I was 16, I had given up my selling career, but I did join Junior Achievement in Bridgeport, and started learning about manufacturing things. by david stardust.. July 5, 2016.. Tuesday morning.      |
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