So, considering this is Lemmy I’ll clarify. I’m not talking about your neighbor who voted for Trump or your uncle who’s always been a dick. I’m talking about coming in contact with a deep down evil scary human. I’ve only met one that I can think of. When I was 12 or 13 I spent a ton of time at my best friends house. He lived on a big beautiful rural property with his dad, a few brothers and always one or two random dudes. His dad was a good electrician and a biker. So, he always had friends/associates hanging around. So one day I was staying over for a long weekend and we met a new guy his dad was housing for a week or two. Dude was a real full fledged nazi. Had a swastika under his eye and tats all over most of his body. He was from California I guess. He was “working” with my buddies dad for awhile. Anyway, the main interaction I had with him was when he pulled my friend and I in for a sermon. We were going to go hunt squirrels and do rural kid shit. He stopped us outside and had us sit on the porch. Spent about 20 minutes explaining all the things youd imagine a nazi explains. Moslty about catholics, jews and blacks. My friends dad came out after awhile and told him we didn’t need to hear that shit. He sent us away, but, I never forgot the look this dude had in his eyes. It was like the look of complete bordem mixed with extreme anger all the time.
I’m not sure about pure evil so much as sociopathic. I worked briefly in door to door sales, got taken to some high performer award celebration nonsense and was standing in one of those group circles as people were recounting war stories. “Give her the discount? Hell no. And then I realized she was too old to read what I was writing so I just added an extra year on to the contract!” Huge round of laughter, light applause.
To make it more gross… The discount was standard, we got no extra commission for having or not having it, was purely a free promotion to grease the wheels. He just didn’t because, well, the old lady he’d scammed was too trusting.
I quit shortly after.
Yeah that type of sales in particular is filled with psychos. I did it very briefly when I was like 19. My trainer had a rule that if you get in the house, always piss in their toilet. Apparently he felt it gave him the image of control.
That’s messed up!
My rule, especially when I was working in South East Asian neighbourhoods, was something like “stop saying yes to the first dinner offer! There’ll be something amazing you haven’t had yet by door 5.” (Those folks were crazy friendly, really blew me away and opened my eyes to a whole range of delicious foods.)
GOD!
That is some Always Be Closing level shit right there!
Oh, best believe we used that line all the time, unironically. It’s like they’d all watched Glengarry Glen Ross and missed the entire point of the movie/play.