W hen I was in my 20s, I rented an upstairs apartment from a middle-aged couple. Not long after I moved in, they invited me down for a beer.
After a brief chat, they launched into a pitch to a) sell me home products; b) make me a salesman of the same products; and c) become a wholesaler myself.
It was creepy. So were they. I moved out quickly.
What bothered me, apart from the somewhat unsavory industry they represented, was their initial ...