What did your mom say about wearing clean underwear everyday?

The morning of my second day of training takes me back to Boulder. I am still with my trainer, who I find out is a Mormon from Idaho so Boulder is quite a shock to him. It has been unseasonably warm for the last week or so. The morning is a little nippy but by about 9 a.m. it has warmed up into the low 50’s and I take off my jacket.

As we begin canvassing the daily territory, we found ourselves outside an upscale salon. As we walk into the salon, we immediately see two dogs running around. The smaller of the two is a black toy poodle. We meet the owner who is quite pleased that we are there.

We make some small talk and I mention to her that my daughter is a stylist in California and she says to me, “Who the hell is cutting your hair? It looks terrible! Your daughter must be freaking out about how bad your hair looks.” I am a guy but I really don’t think my hair looks that bad. If anyone knows my fiancé, the know that she would NEVER let me go anywhere with her if my hair was that bad.

So, she asks the two of us to have a seat in these very small chairs that sit rather low to the ground. The owner goes to her office and rolls out a chair that looks like a doctors chair. You know the type, the seat screws up and down according to the persons comfort level. As she sits down, I notice that her chair is sitting up about eye level for my trainer and me.

The owner is wearing a mid-thigh black nylon skirt, black string undershirt with a shear see-through top. She is a large lady but not fat, however she has some big boobs. I mean 44DD!

I begin my presentation and about five minutes into it she adjusts herself on her seat and my trainer and I get to see that she is wearing no underwear. I mean, it was a real live beaver shot. On top of that, she was completely shaved and smooth as a babies butt.

My trainer immediately looks straight ahead and tried not to blush but it was too late. Me, I am still in the middle of my sales presentation so I had something to keep my mind on.

At the same time the peep show was going on, the toy poodle decided to take a shit on the floor near the front door. No one sees this except for me but I made a mental note to step over it when I leave.

The dog runs over to the trainer and tries to get up on him but he brushes him off so the dog jumps up on the salon owner and stays there for about five minutes. At the very moment that I pulled out the rate chart getting ready to start the close, she jumps up and screams, “Holy Shit! The dog just shit on me!” She started barking orders to an employee to help her but they weren’t going to grab a shitty dog. She finally gets someone to take the dog and while still freaking out she is trying to wash the shit off her skirt.

During this time, I am just about to pee my pants because this is the funniest thing I have seen in many years. My trainer, already traumatized by the beaver shot, sits very quietly waiting for something else to happen. As she is cleaning herself up, she says to me, “I thought it was you, your breath! You know, coffee breath. Oh My God!”

After a couple more minutes, she walks into her office and takes off all of her clothes and puts on a pair of stylist robes. They are very thin nylon robes that stylist wear especially when they are coloring someone’s hair. She puts one on the front and the other around the back. It covered her up for the most part but still very see-thru.

She comes back out, has a seat, and I continue exactly where I left off. I get to the end of the presentation and close the sale with little objection. Although making any sale is great, has I not closed the sale, I have an unbelievable story to tell.