I met a traveling salesman selling alternatives to Hell

“Good evening, sir, may I come in?” the salesman asked. “I have quite the sales pitch for you.”

The salesman beamed, a hopeful gleam in his eye. I didn’t have anything better to do that night, so I smiled back and motioned for him to come in. He wore a black suit with tie to match. He was a little portly for a man living off the flighty whims of others. I imagined many of them lived from one sale to the next. And the traveling would of course keep them on their feet…