dreamhouse
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DreamhouseI saw Steve Johnson's house for the first time. Florante, Mai-Lan, and Loatawere helping me sell Jewel chocolate-covered almonds, the kind that came in a box with a two-dollar coupon from Pizza Hut wrapped around it. I needed to sell sixty boxes so i could go to Camp Erdman and participate in the Junior Police Officer’s annual get- together.After we nearly covered the entire valley and got the same response of sorry-just-bought-one, i told them I’d try once more before calling it quits. I walked to the nearest house and knocked. A fat lady wearing glasses so thick they made her eyes look twenty-times bigger then the actual size, answered the door. I pulled out a box of Jewel’s and was about to ask her if she wanted to buy some when she interrupted, “too late. Just bought a case the other day, Too late.”We did an about-face and started to head back to my house when Mai-Lan came up with the idea of going to the far end of the valley were people like Steve Johnson live. “I’m sure we can sell everything in less than a minute,” she said.”Yeah,” Florante said, “maybe you might even win an AM=FM headset.”It took us almost an hour’s walk to reach the road that became narrower and narrower as ht e house got bigger and bigger. The first doors we knocked on were all owned by Filipnos like Nelson Ariola’s and Alan Vicente’s families. We sold over twenty boxes in less than thirty minutes.We ran excitedly through the next couple blocks where the houses began to look more like a dream than wooden structures. Like Judy-Ann Kunishig's tea house in the middle of lighted lily pond. Or Mr. And Mrs. Bernard Chun’s indoor swimming pool with a Jacuzzi. We sold only ten boxes and it tool us more than an hour’s wait for them to decide.only the Chun’s didn’t hesitate because we are always spending our allowance in their store.Mai-Lan counted the number of boxes sold. “fifty-seven,”she said. “three more to go,”Florante subtracted. “one more house left,”I added “ that’s O.K. We still have a chance,” Loata said pointing across the field to the biggest house in the valley. It seemed so far from us that it didn’t look like a part of the valley. Or the valley didn't belong to it.With the sweltering heat on our backs, we trudged跋涉across the field littered by gravel, broken bottles, and thorn weeds. We stopped in front of the gate and read the wooden sign drilled through the iron bars. Stenciled in fancy letterings were “No Trespassing侵入”next to “ Visitors,Please Ring Buzzer.”Loata rang the buzzer and we waited while Mai-Lan and Floramte pressed their faces against the bars that barricaded the house. “It’s so beautiful and so quiet like a museum,”she said. “miniature rolling hills and Hollywood cars,” he said. “a fountain of Cupid in the center of a pool,”she said. “ a walkway that unfolds like a wedding gown,” he said. “it’s a dreamhouse,” she said. Loata pushed the button once ore and did not let go. “like Iolani Palace with department store windows,” he said.“it looks like Dillingham Prison,” Loata blurted, finally releasing her finger off the buzzer. “i don’t think anyone’s home,” i said. “ but his parents’ cars are there,” he argued, ‘there’s gotta be someone home.”“maybe they don’t want to buy any chocolate,” i said.I did an about-face向后转and started to walk back home when Florante shouted, “Look, there’s Steve and his mom and dad.” i turned around and saw the three of them standing behind the giant window. Likeb breathing mannequins人体模型on display. Steve and his mother smiling blankly, and his father blowing out smoke from the cigarette clipped between his fingers.Loata pressed the buzzer and we waited, our faces pushing against the bars.But none of them budged移动. They stood there posing like a Sears family portrait. We continued watching them until Steve’s mother walked out of the picture and all we saw were bodies disappearing behind closing drapes窗帘. We stood there for I don’t know how long, staring at the dreamhouse that was as far away as the hour it took us to get there and see them pretended that we were never there.Questions1.What product did you sell?2.Did you sell the product alone or with someone?3.How much time did you spend in selling the product?4.What was the mot impressive moment in this experience? What was impressive about it?5.Do you think your selling was a success or not? Why or why not?6.What have you learnt from this experience?。
