Spare a thought for the suppliers dahrlings, for they have many miles to travel before they sleep. The ragged road warriors who promote their products to Pumpkins are in overdrive this time of year, launching, training, conferencing, presenting, awarding and seminaring, from Cornerbrook to Comox and points beyond.
They give breakfast briefings, lunch-and-learns, dinner declarations and cocktail chats. They pay thousands for a few minutes of precious time preening their preferred status at consortia conferences in the wilds of Nevada and Quintana Roo.
They’re expected to go the distance too, offering a little bonus commission in the form of worn-thin credit cards at closing time. One high-mileage veteran recently told me he has to wear drawstring-waists on all his pants this time of year due to the ceaseless schmoozing – it created a mental picture I’ll never be able to un-remember.
Here at the Jaw, the Dinkettes are putting plenty of miles on their sagging suspensions, attending many of the above confabs, as well as a perpetual whirl of PR presentations where the overwrought adjectives fall like snowflakes. I know it’s the travel industry dahrlings, but it’s all a bit much.
And it’s only just beginning. Those hard-selling suppliers - who already look like the undead by Halloween - have to keep pushing through until the inevitable Christmas collapse.
