Seeing through the Salesmen

While in my week long quest to find the best oven-range, I have met my fair share of salesmen. The ones who get through to me, of course, are the ones who are honest.

So, how do you know which are honest and which are not?

Well, it’s really kind of simple. You ask them one question.

What is the best range you have?

If they answer you back, “All of them are good. We only carry the best ranges.” Run for the hills! Clearly in every grouping, there is a range of bad to good to better to best. In this situation, the salesman offers nothing worthy of trust. He’ll talk you into anything he can get you to buy — or worse, he is just hoping to get lucky and sell any model — which is NOT good for you. If the guys wants commission, he better earn it. Look for the next guy.

An honest salesman will point you to one or two models and he will clearly explain why he believes those models are superior. While this doesn’t indicate an honest salesman, with good investigation, you can sniff him out even further.

You see, just because a guy makes one or two recommendations — you still can’t tell if he is being honest because he might just simply be steering you to the model he makes the most commission from. So, question the salesmen again. Ask him to compare two more different models: a higher priced one and a lower-priced model a couple of times. See if he always chooses the higher model. If so, beware.

While this isn’t foolproof, it doesn’t help you narrow down who you can trust. When you find a salesmen who often recommends a much less expensive model over a costly one — you know with pretty good certainty, he is honest — especially when the dollar variable is sizeable.

So, I have weeded out the poor salesman, found an honest salesman and yet I still can’t decide on what I want. So, with all of that — just why can’t I decide? Well, these darn men who design these models just don’t make the model I want!

My Nose Saves the Day

Late yesterday afternoon, I decided to make a dash for the grocery store in light of the weather forecast. They were predicting a potentially nasty ice storm and then rain for the rest of week. Knowing we couldn’t make it the week without groceries, I went.

When I came home, I was unpacking groceries and thinking about dinner. Since I was late and my husband was due home in short order, I decided to broil some ribs I had left over for dinner.

I turned on our rickety and cheap range which we acquired with the house in its lovely cream and black splendor. I put the ribs under the burner and then made a mental note to myself to NOT forget they are cooking!! I then walked back over to the groceries and continued unpacking.

Some ten minutes must have gone by and I had, in fact, forgot about the ribs broiling at a supposed 500 degrees.

Next thing I know, I am coming in from the outdoors after letting out my sweet dog – and the smell hit me. It was strong and very recognizable.

It was natural gas.

I quickly realized the stove must not be working and that gas must have been spewing out of the stove for a good ten to twelve minutes. My kitchen was full of gas. I got that pit-of-a-feeling, yet unlike my normal self, I remained calm and opened all the windows and doors letting in that lovely fresh 20 degree air– and then I took the dogs out and we stood on the patio a few minutes while the house aired out.

I started to doubt that something was wrong and that perhaps I had just over-reacted. About ten minutes later, my husband arrived home and ate cold ribs. Just before his first bite, I told him of my ordeal.

After dinner, he tested the oven himself — and sure enough after about three minutes, it started spewing gas again. The smell made us certain.

Our oven has a serious defect and considering the top range igniter just broke down less than six months ago (and we replaced it) — we are chucking this thing! It’s a piece of crap!!

I was hoping to buy a new range when I redid the kitchen because the new ones I am looking at won’t fit in this kitchen. Plus, now I have to investigate all my options and I don’t want to spend the time. I busy planning for our current remodel!!

Ugh. I needed this like a hole in the head. At least, I didn’t die from the gas or burn up in some explosion! Lordy. I should be thankful but instead I’m rather annoyed!!

A Super-liar

On Saturday night, 48 Hours on CBS profiled the story of a doctor’s wife, Miriam Illes. She was shot and killed, as if by a marksman. The killer stood some 70 feet from her kitchen window — in the dark, in a creek — fired once — and shot one bullet directly through her heart using a silencer so no one would be alerted.

The case was chilling, but what was even more chilling was watching the husband of Miriam Illes, Dr. Illes. He proclaims to this day he is innocent.

Throughout the entire interview on CBS, Dr. Illes never once gave away a HINT that he was lying. His stories were believable. He said the exact right things — EVERY TIME. His facial expressions didn’t contradict what he was saying. He didn’t project anger or frustration. He was calm and totally BELIEVABLE.

He didn’t give away ONE characteristic of a liar — yet as the investigation revealed itself — the circumstantial evidence became so overwhelming against him — you couldn’t help but believe he did it. He just had to be the killer. Dr. Illes, I suspect, is a super liar — a liar no one could ever catch by listening to him alone.

This guy was cold, calculating and beyond creepy especially in the end after he said and did everything “right”. When he was arrested, the police found a manuscript that he had written on his computer titled, “Heart Shot: Murder Of The Doctor’s Wife.” In his manuscript, he even used correct names for people. Yet as the murderer killed, his manuscript read that the murderer found it “erotic” and more exciting than sex!


Dr. Illes response? Why did he write this book knowing the situation? He replied:

“I thought it would generate more interest and more widespread knowledge of the actual facts of the case, which were not being disseminated by the police. That was my motive.”

I wonder how many of his surgery patients may have died at the mind and hands of this clever, highly-intelligent madman?

You can watch a video of Mr. Illes titled: Shot in the dark to see if you can tell if he is lying. Go ahead, check it out. Watch him speak. You can also read all the details of the crime investigation here.

This is one case I can honestly say I wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint with any accuracy that Mr. Illes was lying by purely watching him speak alone. He came across as trustworthy — yet with all the evidence found — even without any directly linking him to the crime — I just can’t believe him. Too many weird behaviors implicate him to the crime in a bizarre way.

They say this man was a genius, exceptionally smart — smarter than any one of the people investigating him as said by the District Attorney — but as a group collectively, he wasn’t smarter than all of them.



What do you do?

What do YOU do when you see a friend who is in a difficult situation– who doesn’t see the truth — but you clearly do? Do you tell him or her what you see and risk upsetting them and possibly ruin your friendship? Or, do you just turn your head and keep your nose out of his/her business?

I’d love your thoughts. If you could explain why you do what you do, I’d be honored. I will respond with what I do in the coming week.

Ain’t that the truth?

Tim Allen had this to say about Martha Stewart:

“Boy, I feel safer now that she’s behind bars. O.J. Simpson & Kobe Bryant are walking around; Osama Bin Laden too, but they take the one woman in America willing to cook and clean and work in the yard and haul her ass to jail.”