The art of selling a product. You knock on their doors, call them from random numbers so they can't keep track, and email the fuck out of them until they sign a contract.
Frank isn't sending the agreement back so I am going to start Solar-Panelling the fuck out of him.
Canceling plans at the last minute because you went home and made the mistake of taking your pants off, incapacitating the ability to be convinced it'sworth going back out
Looks like I'm panceling on going out tonight. Let'stry for next week!