Rain Man, Guns, and Crap filled Boots...

Salesman; "You're looking at me like I'm about to get it, or I did something wrong."

Me; "You're being paranoid. I was just thinking while we wait for your fellow salespeople to come in with their pad and pens for the meeting."

Salesman; "I know, I know, I didn't bring a pad and paper but let me explain."

Me; "Do tell."

Salesman; "When I was a Navy Seal, we had to memorize tactics and complicated incursion plans all the time. We had to do this without carrying a piece of paper around and we had to do it as a matter of life and death!"

Me; "When you were in the jungles of south Asia?"

Salesman; "Yes, you can picture us in the deep jungle or crawling through some nasty mud field and trying to carry a notebook? Never!"

Me; "First, I want to thank you for your service. I don't say that enough... Now that we've gotten that out of the way I need you to understand a few things;"

1. "When I picture you as a Navy Seal, my mind shuts down or locks in on a vision of 4 elite soldiers marching through the jungle while the squad leader, driven nearly insane, yells at you to stop defecating in your own boot!"
2. "I neither believe that you could remember then nor can remember now much more than your name and the location of Camel Lights at your local 7-11."
3. "I'm almost certain they let you in as an experiment in how ignorance can invert itself into a kind of genius... Like Rain Man only in the jungle crapping in his own boot... with an automatic weapon in hand!"

Salesman; "LOL. I didn't think you thought so lowly of me..."

Me; "That wasn't even the low part. Go get a pen and a pad!"