“You’re up, Henry,” the driver yelled over his shoulder. I wiped the sweat off of my brow and squeezed my way past the eight other bodies in the sweltering van. I waded through empty energy drink cans and chip bags, while the others cheered for me. They patted me on the back. Called out my name. The ones who had room to do so, clapped. The others banged their feet to pump me up. It smelled of stinking bodies and the air was tight. I couldn’t wait to get some air.
I opened the sliding door and untangled my feet from the guy next to me. I stepped outside and headed for the back of the van, and the driver got out of his side and met me around back. “You’re ready for this,” he smiled and patted me hard on the head. He opened the back door and I pulled out my box. A heavy oblong package weighing somewhere around thirty pounds and standing four feet high. “Don’t forget your attachments,” he barked, and tossed a smaller box on top.
“Thanks Sonny,” I said. I had to get my game face on.
“Remember,” he said, fixing my tie. “We’ll be back in an hour. So get in there, do your full demo and sell them. If you get yourself kicked out, you’re sitting on that hot ass curb and waiting…&rdqu...