Stanley Home Products Shows How To Exfoliate Your Skin

Up in the central mountains of Kentucky sat a cabin that was occupied by the worst excuse for humankind that had existed since Nebuchadnezzar. He didnt like people and he was not shy about it either. He had built his cabin as far away from prying eyes as possible and entertained himself with a book shelf containing a worn Stanley Home Products catalog and a few other classics. He was reading through a section of one of his books on how to exfoliate your skin when he heard singing come bouncing up the rock rim next to his place.

He jumped off the rough-hewn pine bench, struck his head on a support beam, yelled OW and cussed a few times, then he shouldered out the door to confront the intruding voice that had disturbed his peace. He found a Stanley Home Products salesman who was trying to expand his territory, as happy as a tick on a cows ear, just singing a swaying to some beat that was his alone. He looked up, saw a visage that would make the very devil jump and warmed his face to a smile. The hermit commenced to yelling about disturbing the peace, sheriffs and hound dogs that would eat Stanley Home Products men for a before dinner snack. But what the salesman saw was an old timer whose skin was as rough as his manner. He knew he had a customer for life.

This particular salesman could sell leaves to a tree, light to the sun and cold to an iceberg; he was that good. He started by asking What do you use to exfoliate your skin? The hard, flaky woodsman looked sideways at him and said despite the fact that he had just been reading an article about how to exfoliate your skin it was none of this upstart, nosy, comfort-keeping, Stanley Home Products salesmans business how he smoothed out the rough patches. He liked living with the dry skin he had; it made him better able to draw up the bile.

Exfoliate your skin, the coot muttered. Next youll want to put perfume and a pink dress on me! Our hero came back with a plea that he had no notion of disturbing the old man further and started to walk away. But the hermit had been having to scratch, itch and scrape his skin all day just to keep himself sane. He stopped the salesman, bought a big jar and the threatened him with legal action if he ever walked that way again.

You never saw a happier pair after that. One had made a sale and the other had remained poisonous and still gotten what he needed.