That clerk you all know died and approached the pearly gates.
"Give me a seat in the front row," he demanded of St. Peter.
"Sorry," said the hoary gatekeeper. "Heaven's all sold out, but I can give you something just as good."
Trade was bad. At the end of another blank day the discouraged salesman called on another prospective customer and asked to show his samples.
"No, there is nothing I want today," said the customer,
"But will you just examine my line of goods?" the salesman persisted.
The customer would not.
"Then," said the salesman meekly, "will you let me use a part of your counter to look at them myself, as I have not had the opportunity for some time?"