Three cemetery plot salesmen, during a break from their sales
training, in Las Vegas, go into a nearby back alley to shoot up. The
first cemetery plot salesman sterilizes his needle, swabbed it with
alcohol, and shot up. Then he passed it to the next cemetery plot
salesman, who swabbed the needle and shot up. Then he passed it to the
third cemetery plot salesman, who stuck the needle right into his arm.
"Are you crazy man?" screamed the first two. "Haven't you heard of AIDS? You could get sick, man, you could die."
"Don't be ridiculous," said the third cemetery plot salesman in a lofty tone. "I'm wearing a condom."
Moral of the story. True sales professionals know to avoid mixing drugs and alcohol in back alleys in Las Vegas. Death after all, profits no one. Unless of course you're in the business of selling cemetery plots.
"He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery." - Harold Wilson
"Are you crazy man?" screamed the first two. "Haven't you heard of AIDS? You could get sick, man, you could die."
"Don't be ridiculous," said the third cemetery plot salesman in a lofty tone. "I'm wearing a condom."
Moral of the story. True sales professionals know to avoid mixing drugs and alcohol in back alleys in Las Vegas. Death after all, profits no one. Unless of course you're in the business of selling cemetery plots.
"He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery." - Harold Wilson
