How to deal with hard insurance sales (Part 1)
“Big City” Life Insurance was in the teacher’s lounge. They had free donuts. I love donuts.
I don’t love insurance sales. I don’t want cancer insurance. Or accident insurance. Or an annuity, but I do want a donut.
The salesman was one of my student’s dads and it was clear why my principal had invited them: Free donuts.
I watched through the small glass window until I saw that he was engaged with a teacher’s assistant who appeared to be signing up for falling satellite insurance or whole life or something.
I pushed the door all the way open, crept in and snagged a chocolate cake donut. I gave him the head nod. “Your kid said to stop by!” I said as I moved back through the closing door.
“Oh great! Thanks for stopping by. Let me know if I can help,” he said. He had a grey suit and no tie.
“Will do!” I said as I slipped back into the hall.
My friend caught me down the hall. “Where’d you get the donut?” she asked.
“The lounge,” I said. “But you have to figure out how not to sign up…” But it was too late, she disappeared into the room just as the aide emerged.