Cowboy Gets a Real Job – Cast – Closed to new auditions

by Mark Weaver

This was one of the first stories written by my husband at our weekly writing group where we receive random prompts and need to come up with a story based on them – Mark’s prompts were: Cowboy, Grandma’s House, A first job selling make-up and Avocado.

Audition Information

Project Status: – Cast – Closed to new auditions
Gender: M
Artistic Direction: A friendly cowboy sound – good tale spinner

Audition Script:

I really need this job – actually, any job. The winter came early, so the ranch had to let some of us ranch hands go. Not too many jobs were available in our small town. A department store just opened and the only job left was sales rep for the make-up department.

They were reluctant to hire me. They said, “What does a cowboy know about make-up?”

I said, “I know how I like my women. I can advise them what men like.”

They said, “No offense, but we don’t believe most of our customers are trying to attract cowboys.”

I told them the position was vacant, so they had nothing to lose. Plus I would work on commission only.

They said, “Okay, but no sale, no job.”

I started the next day.

I stopped by Grandma’s house and got some avocado skin cream to give as presents. I found out a long time ago, you give somebody something they stick around to hear your pitch at least.

I had worked six weeks at a dude ranch gift shop, so had experience in sales.

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Cowboy Gets a Real Job

By Mark Weaver

I really need this job – actually, any job. The winter came early, so the ranch had to let some of us ranch hands go. Not too many jobs were available in our small town. A department store just opened and the only job left was sales rep for the make-up department.

They were reluctant to hire me. They said, “What does a cowboy know about make-up?”

I said, “I know how I like my women. I can advise them what men like.”

They said, “No offense, but we don’t believe most of our customers are trying to attract cowboys.”

I told them the position was vacant, so they had nothing to lose. Plus I would work on commission only.

They said, “Okay, but no sale, no job.”

I started the next day.

I stopped by Grandma’s house and got some avocado skin cream to give as presents. I found out a long time ago, you give somebody something they stick around to hear your pitch at least.

I had worked six weeks at a dude ranch gift shop, so had experience in sales.

The first customer came in. It’s bad luck not to make your first sale, so you do what you have to do. She was a nice looking younger lady – maybe 29 at the most. I gave her the free lotion and told her I would show her the best way to apply it. As I was massaging her hands, I mentioned our other great products.

She said she couldn’t buy, because taking care of her difficult kid was a full time job, and she had run out of babysitters willing to watch him.

“So what’s the point in getting fixed up?”

I asked, “Well if you had a babysitter, would you go out?”

She said, “Faster than you could flip a flapjack!”

I said, “You buy some make-up, and I will babysit the kid for free.”

She bought $20.00 worth of stuff. It wasn’t much, but it was my first sale.
She had me show up to babysit straight away after work. She said Butch was in his room on a time-out until her behaved.

I asked, “How long has he been in there?”

As she ran out the door, quite literally, she called, “two days!”

I knocked on the bedroom door.

The kid said, “Go away!” and other words that even make a cowboy blush.

I said, “I guess you’d rather not ride my horse.”

He said, “You have a horse?!”

I said, “Tied up right outside.”

He opened the door. The room was bright pink.

I said, “You must like the color pink a lot. Your room is pink. Your clothes are pink. And even your shoes are pink.”

He said, “I HATE pink, but my mom says it calms people down.”

“Well,” I was thinking to myself, “She names the kid Butch and paints his room pink. I think I am starting to see the problem.”

I had a good time playing with Butch, though my horse, I think, was embarrassed to be seen with the kid.

When his mom came home, I said if she would buy more make-up, I would babysit some more. I also talked her into buying some cowboy wear for Butch. I told her Butch Cassidy’s mom made HIM wear pink – and you see how that turned out! I also sold her some blue paint for Butch’s room.

Faster than you could flip a flapjack, Butch became a normal, happy kid.

I started babysitting more kids when word got out. I also got the department store’s national make-up salesman of the year award.

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