Cults and other imaginary concepts...

Today one of my Facebook friends posted a picture of nostalgia to her, a salt and pepper shaker of Tupperware’s collection and her Mom had a set, which I think gave her nice memories…but to me, a Jewish gal, I wanted to make the sign of the cross to ward off its evil spirits and this from a Twilight movie enjoyer… well, maybe, I better explain… When we lived in Oradell NJ back in the early 1970’s and I had just given birth to our eldest son, circa 1972 and at that time we lived in a basement apartment I had a Tupperware party there that consisted of all the usual items one buys at these things and many of their toys too, which forty years ago were inventive and new, learning toys and tough stuff, household storage items, you know the drill. How could any mom not purchase as many as her budget would allow, really? And so we all did. The woman doing the presentation knew my background in retail management and knew that I did not want to go right back to work, but tried very hard to sell me a bill of goods on how wonderful being a Tupperware lady and that it was like running your own business or some such sales pitch, after all friends this was forty years ago; could you remember all the details? Any-who, in those days I was still trying hard to be a people pleaser and the heck with my own personal feelings, boy have I changed… anyway…I acted as if that perhaps that some time in the future I might consider her offer to join the ranks of what was some type of pyramid of earnings and I might attain my own areas for sales and who knows what it was actually, its been over forty years…and so I said, maybe. For weeks she would call me with wanting me to answer her, and I would put her off with my indecisiveness and a newborn with colic, fine for a twenty-two year old girl, but not now at ripe ole sixty-two… for that I am more than sure. Hubby and I were also in the process of moving one hundred miles away and would be acquiring a new out of county phone number and so I thought that would be that, but little did I know that how relentless that gal would be! She tracked me down and called me for weeks while we were getting settled and finally I told her what I thought of her company by her description and how she felt the need to recruit me without true concern for me or my family! I called her operation a cult with desperate overtones…! Or some such, not so much descriptive adjectives as the ones above, but as I said it was over forty years ago. I felt stalked, but when I think back now perhaps not telling her my intentions exactly was my own fault. Honesty, in this case being blunt and saying no right away would have been the right way to handle it, I think. Although, I do sort of remember saying it to her, but she wouldn’t take NO FOR AN ANSWER! Yes, I was stalked by a Tupperware lady, and just maybe she was a ho, no lady! She didn’t care about me and my feelings only about recruiting one more for her sales crew with promises of their own someday; a pyramid scheme, sort of. You do the sales, acquire a team and go to the top and they hire a team and on and on and all you eventually do at the top is count all that money coming in! Gosh, money, money, money, some things never change. Ah memories, albeit this one was not such a pleasant one. So let me close, sadly on a sour note, sorry, I’ll make up for it tomorrow… but allow me anyway to wish all of you a very good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?