“Okay,” the busy manager of a the club downtown sat at the table, “now that I have a few minutes, we can talk. I believe you said you were in night bars supplies? Most night bars around here use the same nightclub supplier.”
“To keep abreast of the downtown club pack, I suppose one should doggedly stick with the throng’s bar supplies.” Nightclub Supplies Ned said with a small smile. “If a dog isn’t the sled team’s leader, then his foreground view always remains the same.”
“I’m not willing to focus only on another dog’s tracks and butt-hole.” Without his realizing that Ned had employed a mind control tactic to subtly challenge him and to also elevate the conversation from simply a sales pitch, the night bar manager subtly shifted his body from being seemingly perched on his nightclub chair, to a relaxed posture. “My downtown nightclub sets the trends.”
“That’s precisely why I’m here.” Nightclub Supplies Ned sipped his cocktail and his eye’s flicked briefly askance, as a subliminal message for him to do the same. “And because your downtown night club supplies the finest eye candy of any night bar.”
“Of course you’re referring to Nan.” The manager’s eyes traveled quickly to her too. “There’s not a hotter looking nightclub girl the whole state. But alas,” he sighed, “I don’t know of another cocktail hostess who is less attainable either. Many men have tried, only to be shot down in flames.”
“Have you ever considered using her two superlative traits as nightclub promotion?” Nightclub Supplies Ned took the man’s interested expression as the question ‘how’, and continued. “By casually offering an incentive for bar pick-up attempts.”
“I’m not sure if what you’re implying is ethical.”
“Is trying to increase your liquor sales ethical?” Ned chuckled. “Some of your night bar’s patrons do have a drinking problem and some will drive while intoxicated.”
“Point taken.” The night bar manager nodded. “So please explain this nightclub promotion idea that involves our incredibly sexy, but steadfastly single Nan.”
“Let’s playact for a moment. You’re a computer nerd here for a couple drinks, and I’m you. I’ve come over to offer a friendly chat, with a subliminal message asking you to stay for longer and to come back again.”
“Then your mind control would also involve putting my drink onto your tab.” The downtown club manager toasted his glass, but it was only a cola with ice.
“Can I have your sweet server Nan sashay on over and freshen that up?” Ned’s head gestured over his shoulder at the very attractive server.
“Yah!” The night bar man hammed up his role. “She could freshen me up anytime.”
“Oh man! I wish you could.” The nightclub supplies salesman leaned over the table and he lowered his voice. “That’s the finest bit of female software anywhere and she is just sitting uninstalled on the display rack. It’s a wasteful shame when Nan leaves alone, every single night. Seriously, I would gladly buy an evening’s worth of drinks to the guy that can slot his hard-drive into that babe’s underused motherboard.”
“Then start sending over the highballs now. This geek has the program to succeed.”
“Nice try.” The playacting night bar manager chucked the pretending customer on the shoulder in an affable way. “Prize money is due at the successful finish line, not on the hype before the race. But I’m serious, I’d like to see a lucky guy succeed with Nan and I’ll make good on that offer if you or any of your friends can coax her out.”
“Even if I fail,” the real night bar manager slipped slightly from character, “I might bring my friends in: so I could have some fun watching them crash and burn like I did.” His mind then silently calculated the possible generated revenue. “How unethical is it really? Nan is constantly turning guys down anyways.”
“I recently saw a cartoon in a men’s magazine.” Nightclub Supplies Ned offered in a cautionary tone of voice. “The drawing was of a well-stacked waitress talking to her boss, under a large placard that read ‘Get a free feel-up with a cheeseburger combo’. A speech bubble showed her saying ‘since your new promotion obviously includes me, I think we should renegotiate my wages’.”
“If Nan gets any wind of this mind control exercise,” the downtown club manager supposed, “I’d best be ready to give her a pay raise.”
“Were I still the nightclub manager here,” Nightclub Supplies Ned said, “I’d give her half now, of what I was prepared to offer later. The dollars spent on promoting good feeling buy a whole lot more than the ones used for smoothing ruffled feathers do.”
“So, my club supplies and mind controlling friend,” the night bar manager asked, “what new nightclub necessities and subliminal audio tapes are in your catalog?”
“I’m planning on selling you some bland old nightclub supplies and the mind control techniques to get your dead nightclub promotion stock turning over better, won’t cost much to implement.” Ned smiled wryly: even while talking of mind control methods, the downtown club manager was seemingly unaware of his thoughts being subliminally nudged – to where the nightclub supplies salesman wanted them to go.
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