Accompaniments To Fish

often talk of the difference between real and pseudo dealer sales professionals, those who pretend to put the customer at the center of attention and interests, to find out (digging digging ... but not so much deep) that are only to extort money and above all do not do so well either.
Today I read a metaphor rather special and I immediately associated with the description of this category of fake professionals.
Imagine humanity as a group of trekkers and life as a mountain range with its trails and its peaks. False Sellers are outside the group, are at the foot of the mountain, and there will always remain, thus ignoring the wonders that hide the paths along the climbing, the pleasure to meet and work with the group, finding the right equipment ranging changed as to continue the journey and the happiness you feel when you reach the top.
They really are at the foot of the mountain because they are not equipped: they have no boots, picks, backpack, etc. etc.. Indeed, the truth is that they are in their underwear. But rather than admit to being in his underwear and strive to find the right equipment, but with the risk of having to really explore the mountain and not being able to reach the top, they tell a lot of ball. Looking in the mirror you say "I'm more 'Foxy others."
In reality in their hearts that they would not want another trekker be good but know that they are unabashedly in his underwear, so on one hand admire the trekkers and the other hates them. So, not to listen to their inner voice that would make them feel inferior, singing their motto "I'm smarter, I am smarter than" to be the first stand of carnival clothes, and buy a dress trekker (worth 5 € sold by the Chinese, made with synthetic fabric), the boots (which have the appearance of shoes but only on a of flip-flops), and a pick (which seems to iron but is actually papier-mâché). Thus disguised
sneaks into the group of real trekker at the foot of the mountain posing as the leader, as someone who is there to help their "buddies" to prepare their own progress and to help them and heal from their injuries. That 's what you'll cry if a trekker is injured, is the one that tells of his past incidents because the stories are taken (and suggestion), is talking about instead of working hard together and for others. In fact the only reason he's there is to want to break the legs to the other, trying to reap many victims as possible, firing into the pile to try to hit the weakest trekker.
For your convenience we also print a business card with the words "mutual aid of trekkers! One thing is certain: the imagination in telling the bales to himself and to others is really their forte!