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His hotel room was littered with hundreds of different type sunglasses all splattered across the room, from the floor, to the bed, to the sofa, and even into the toilet.He also had a large cardboard box in the corner of the room, full to the brim with sunglasses, which he explained to me, in great detail over a ten minute period, contained slight defects and which were therefore specifically aimed at the retail market.At this point I was beginning to develope a stuttering laugh...

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He then proceeded to open up a big leather case, which when opened revealed an assortment of sunglasses neatly arranged within the case, and he explained to me, again over a ten minute period, that they were specifically for the wholesale market.By this stage my stuttering laugh was fast evolving into uncontrollable fits of laughter, to the point where I was nearly pissing myself, because if ever you wanted to see a travelling salesman or conman, is there a difference ?, going back to the 1930s, well then this was fucking it and a Paddy at that.He finally showed me his tagging gun, which he explained was for clipping the right logo onto the appropriate sunglass case or box.Whilst explaining to me the intricacies of the tagging machine he did break off in mid-sentence from his presentation and asked me, ever so seriously, “ what the fuck are you laughing at ”, which only succeeded in setting me off on an even worse convulsion of laughter, to the point where I was doubling over with the pains.I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing or hearing.We talked for about two hours and eventually went out for a few pints that night.Brendan was his name and I think he was from Kildare, although I can't be certain, but suffice to say that he wasn’t from Dublin.

Brendan who was around the thirty-year mark, more thirties than twenties, was a highly intelligent, articulate, entrepreneurial type of guy who probably could have done anything that he wanted to do but for whatever reason he chose to do what he was doing.This was another reason behind my fits of laughter, given that it’s a bit different if you're listening to someone who can't put two words together, but he was more than capable.However, I must add that after three weeks of selling the glasses, it wasn’t Brendan saying “ what the fuck are you laughing at ”, it was fucking me saying it to other people.