Everything happens to me in the morning around the office. I didn’t even have time to take my first sip of coffee, and damn, the cops walk through the door. They’re looking at me and I’m looking at them thinking what did I do wrong this time. As I am taking a deep breath, one of the cops say, “Are you the guys who sell Purple-K?”
With a sigh of relief, I say, “Hell ya, what’s it to you?”
All they wanted was a case of the Purple-K to bring back to their Precinct. Is that cool or what?
Chris - VP Sales
Thursday, April 27, 2006
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