Salesmanship.
The other day, while walking, I noticed the red carpet, spent firecracker casings, and flowers in front of a store. Most of the time I pass right by without noticing, but this one was a nice new clean store that was well lit and inviting.
I looked up to see the sign, and to my amazement, read “Tupperware”. I thought this would be a good time to go in and see if I could find a replacement for my salt shaker that I lost (I have since found it.)
When I walked inside, I honestly was thrown back to the 50’s. I had to almost hold in the laughter that was building to a critical level. Women here can wear the most beautiful dresses, but they ware them for anything. What you would consider overdressing, is the norm here.
There I stood, in a pristine white environment, with that olive green, maroon, and other strange colored plastic ware, surrounded by women dressed to the T, so to say. One of them had on a nice pink pleated fluffy dress that could have had a poodle on it and not have been overdoing it.
They were quite happy to have me come in. They all surrounded me and started asking me about this “new” product from America.

After about an hour of telling them the wonders of Tupperware, I felt like I should have been selling the stuff. I knew more about it than the women who were selling it.
Of course, the first thing that caught my eye was that geometric, blue and red child’s toy that you put the yellow pieces into their corresponding holes. When I told Jay that I used one when I was a child, as well as most of the products that were in the store, she was amazed.
Jay was quite interested in the stuff as well. And, she commented on how expensive it was. This gave me a chance, later on, to explain the pitfalls of the 8.25:1 exchange rate, for the common Chinese person.
Later that evening, I had something happen that has happened about twice since I have been here. I was sitting in the night market, doing some target practice with the little laser gun for toy prizes to give to the kids watching me. At one point, a man came up and really started to bother the heck out of me, breaking my concentration.
He kept holding this bag in my face, pointing to the word “Amway” written across it.
I finally put the gun down for a minute, turned and tried to make him go away. Jay said he told her that his friend was selling it, and he wanted to get my opinion about it, because he was thinking of buying it.
I told him I thought that the products were average, but high priced, he just kept up with his questioning. I realized what he was doing; he wanted to stand around the foreigner, in hopes of having me sing the praises of Amway, so that he could drum up some business.
When I raised my hands up in the shape of a pyramid, he quickly said, in English, “No! No! No!”, to which I replied, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
It was enough to get him to leave.
(Side note… I know, through legal loopholes, Amway is not technically a pyramid scheme… but in every other sense of the phrase, it is. PERIOD)
Ok, so if I don’t sell it, I’m not going to lose any money because I am buying a product. BS! I’m still buying a mediocre tube of toothpaste for $12, instead of buying Crest for 4.

























