Personal story to follow the pic.
My father was a salesman too. He sold insurance though. People who call it a crock of shit are lucky enough to have never really needed it. I can remember my father working 10 hours a day, then coming home, and taking calls at the dinner table. The people on the other end were, at that moment, going through some of the worst moments of their lives. And he was the person who help them put it back together. Why can’t I do something like that?