A Salesman Not

Back in the early 80’s
My wife and I enrolled
In one of the many
Transformational programs
Then in vogue
Around the US.
An assignment
In one of the courses
Was to go out,
Meet someone
And share the value
Of the program.
A group of us
Overzealous salesmen
Reasoned that
The easiest place
To meet someone,
And initiate
Such a conversation,
Would be the local bar.
I spotted a big Nordic guy
Who looked like
He might be
A suitable target
For my spiel.
He had blonde hair,
Bright blue eyes,
And a ready smile
Few could resist.
I started in on my pitch,
And the more I talked,
The more he smiled,
And the more he smiled,
The more I talked.
I would ask a question
Every now and then,
And he would always
Answer “Yes!”
So I assumed he was
Following everything
I was saying.
I must have told the guy
Everything I knew,
And then some,
Before it finally dawned on me
That “Yes!”
Was the only word
He knew
In the English language.
I laughed so hard
Over my sales folly,
But even harder
Imaging if he had a sister
In that crowd,
How long she
Would have lasted
With his Nordic good looks
And that immense vocabulary.