THE TOMORROW'S SUN
I remember my friend, Joe, today. He used his 'funny bone' well to his advantage in his selling career. I had never seen him dull or dejected, ever, for all those twenty years - running around the cities and villages - selling detergents. Yes, the Eskimos bought ice from him, believing that Joe's was the better ice! And, naturally, when someone from his own 'tribe' ventured to sell his ice to this Eskimo - my friend, Joe - he would have fun dealing with him. One day, a smart sales guy from a new company came to sell fans to him. "Sir, we give a life-time warranty," the young man tried to impress upon Joe. "Is it?" my friend exclaimed his delight. "Hundred percent right sir," the novice felt he was moving in. "But, tell me, my friend: whose life-time? ... Mine or Fan's or your Company's?" Within two years, the Company folded up! Not long ago, almost all the credit card companies started 'gifting' us 'Life-ti...