My father grew up during the “Great Depression,” and he remembered a peddler lady who would visit their home from time to time. She carried a large backpack containing household goods, small clothing items, and other merchandise. She would spread her wares on the livingroom floor, and my grandma would have a chance to look them over. After a short “sales pitch,” she would always ask, “Now, Mrs. Franz, what would you like to buy today?”
How foolish it would be for that peddler lady to present her wares, then gather them up, put them into her backpack, and leave WITHOUT ever asking the lady of the house to buy!
How foolish it would be for a
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