I went to Pittsburgh a couple of weeks ago, arriving the day after they had won the AFC Championship. It was like a ghost town. I had a feeling the denizens of P-Burgh were slinking away from all loud noises and bright lights. The thought of sunshine would have been unbearable.
I can’t imagine what it would be like the day after they won the Big Game (can I say Superbowl?). I mean that literally. I’m an Eagles fan (shown here in a more optimistic moment before the season began and 2 blew the team up) I cannot imagine what the day after winning the Superbowl would be like…I have no frame of reference.
So I drive into this ghost town, half-expecting tumbleweeds to roll by. I had my first three meetings of the day then head for the hotel. This is where the surreal nature of the sales person’s job hit me once again. I went down to the bar for a drink to unwind after the day. There were two separate conventions going on.
The first was Fein Power tools. It was what you’d expect, a bunch of burly, mostly-flannel-wearing guys, standing around talking power tools. Drills…mitre saws…all that cool stuff. The second was a group of beauticians, catching up on the newest trends in hairstyling, lipstick and blush. So it’s these younger women and hairstyling guys mingling with power tool dudes. It was time to pull up a chair.
The interactions were interesting, but there was also a macabre factor when the beauticians brought out the styling heads. They set the disembodied heads on the bar and on the tables surrounding the bar, and started partying with the Fein guys. I still wish I had the presence of mind to bring a camera. Heads on tables, power tool guys, and power tools.I just kept waiting for someone to turn it into the massacre it appeared on the surface…