They Ignored the Farmer in Muddy Boots

They Ignored the Farmer in Muddy Boots The farmer walked in with mud on his boots. And the salesmen pretended not to see him. Who let him in? He's tracking dirt on the floor. Only Ben, the trainee on his first week, walked over. He didn't sell anything. He just listened. For two hours, about rain, old tractors, and a farm that's been in the family for a hundred years. The others laughed. You wasted your whole afternoon on a guy who can't afford a wheelbarrow. Walter shook his hand at the door. Thanks, son. See you Monday. On Monday, a convoy of muddy trucks pulled into the lot. Walter wasn't just a farmer. He ran the farmers' cooperative. Forty-two farms. And they all needed new tractors. Sorry, gentlemen. We already have a salesman. He walked straight to Ben. It was the biggest order in the dealership's history. Signed by a trainee in a borrowed suit. Respect costs nothing. Comment RESPECT if you agree.