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I can hear the sales pitch now. I've heard it a thousand times. It goes like this:
Pala, look at our shop! It's empty, deserted. We used to get 300 customers each day. Now, thanks to the Maoists, we don't get three. Look at our workers! They have nothing to do. Their children are hungry. They can't pay their rent. You are a rich factory owner and sell thousands of khukuris. You are also a Buddhist and are supposed to help the poor. Take a few shirts and sell them. It will buy a little rice for the children of our workers. Take pity on them. Here, take this stack of shirts that we've already made for you. They are just like before. BirGorkha, Himalayan Imports, with the crossed khukuris and the flags. Who will buy them if you don't? It will save us from starvation. If you want I'll deliver them to your factory or home.
After Pala takes the shirts and forks over the money:
Oh, God bless you, Pala. You are a kind and wonderful man. We will all pray for you.
As Pala leaves:
Don't forget to stop by next week. Or if you don't stop by I'll come see you at the factory.
That's the story. I've got 20 more shirts to unload, various sizes and colors. Email me and maybe the Tshirt people will pray for you, too.
Edited. I forgot part of the pitch.
Pala, look at our shop! It's empty, deserted. We used to get 300 customers each day. Now, thanks to the Maoists, we don't get three. Look at our workers! They have nothing to do. Their children are hungry. They can't pay their rent. You are a rich factory owner and sell thousands of khukuris. You are also a Buddhist and are supposed to help the poor. Take a few shirts and sell them. It will buy a little rice for the children of our workers. Take pity on them. Here, take this stack of shirts that we've already made for you. They are just like before. BirGorkha, Himalayan Imports, with the crossed khukuris and the flags. Who will buy them if you don't? It will save us from starvation. If you want I'll deliver them to your factory or home.
After Pala takes the shirts and forks over the money:
Oh, God bless you, Pala. You are a kind and wonderful man. We will all pray for you.
As Pala leaves:
Don't forget to stop by next week. Or if you don't stop by I'll come see you at the factory.
That's the story. I've got 20 more shirts to unload, various sizes and colors. Email me and maybe the Tshirt people will pray for you, too.
Edited. I forgot part of the pitch.
