Yours Still Hopefully, Sammy Trumple
P.S. I intend to look up this guy from Fomalhaut.
Interstellar Division
Terran Insurance Company
Baltimore, Md., Earth
Dear Sammy:
Six weeks now without a sale. What’s the matter with you? Getting soft? Homesick? Joanie is all right, I assure you. Hell’s bells, man, IF YOU CAN PLANET-FALL, YOU CAN SELL. And by the way, you go right ahead and sell ’em. Let the boys in the actuary department worry about having to pay off immediately. We’re sales, Sammy. Sales.
Why don’t you go out into the grass roots somewhere, where this bird from Fomalhaut hasn’t tried his hand? Maybe he’s soured all the Halcyonians on life insurance with the wrong approach. Over-aggressive or something.
Buck up, Sammy. I’ve still got a little faith in you. Explore. Consider. Sweat. Sell.