So, in a brief change of events, moving a little bit away from our usual technical discussions on MLMs, I’d like to tell you the story of the time I was accosted by a hunbro. And recently too, very, very recently.
I’ve started seeing a sports massage therapist to help loosen tension in my muscles and help with my recovery for olympic weightlifting. Let’s call him James. The first time I saw him was at the local therapy place where he rented a room, but he quickly told me he also does mobile and from his own studio at home, plus he’s a sparky in his other manly job (for those non Aussies, this means he’s also an electrician).
I like James. He has a firm touch but he seriously busts my knots out. The first time I met him, he was showing me a picture of his home studio, and happened upon a picture of his wife, Mary. It was a side-by-side comparison of her face and the skincare that “we” sold.
We … as in, her and you? The big burly, ocker Aussie tradie? I immediately smelled a rat.
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