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From Monica in Montana…
A salesman was having his lunch while sitting on a park bench on a beautiful day. He was truly enjoying the quiet time because he had just left a particularly tough meeting with his sales manager. His sales results had been slumping and he was quite certain that if things didn’t change soon, the tough sales manager would be firing him.
As he gazed out onto the quiet street at the edge of the park, he noticed an unusual sight.
A hearse was driving slowly down the road carrying a coffin. The hearse was followed by a man in a black suit, walking a goat. Behind the man was a single-file line of men and women that stretched back for blocks.
The funeral procession was moving slowly enough that the salesman decided to catch up with the man and ask about what he was seeing.
When he got beside the man, he asked. “Excuse me sir. I don’t mean to bother you at a time like this, but I was curious. Whose funeral is this? And why are you walking the goat?”
The man said, “The funeral is for my boss. He is the sales manager at ABC Logistics. The goat actually belonged to him.”
“How did he die?” asked the salesman.
The man continued, “For some strange reason that no one knows, his goat attacked him last weekend. The medics arrived, but it was too late to save him.”
The salesman walked beside the man for a few more paces, and then got an idea.
Thinking of his own sales manager, he asked, “Do you think I could borrow that goat?”
“Sure”, the man said looking back over his shoulder at the crowd following him.
“Just get in line.”