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I agreed, then hung up. A shirt and tie? What kind of fancy gig was this? I had hit the jackpot this time. I was to be a tie wearing vacuum master, swinging some kind of pocket watch about, pondering my heavily diversified portfolio. I hadn’t brought a tie with me, I didn’t think I would ever need one. I hadn’t even brought a dress-shirt for that matter. I headed up to the store with my last thirty dollars, in desperation. I managed to fine a cheap dress-shirt. It seemed normal, except for the collar. The lapels were elongated and strange; I hated them. I also managed to track down a tie, a nice one I might add. It was a dark-gold color, with little dark-blue sailboats on it. You couldn’t tell they were sailboats unless you held it right up under your eyes. But it was sharp, it had charisma. A characteristic it would surely transfer into its wearer through osmosis. It was the kind of tie that screamed, “Buy this f***** Vacuum!”
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