Pam answered her door to find two men in cheap suits outside. One was taller, and the other was blond, but they were otherwise very alike. The taller one raised his hat. "Afternoon ma'am. Hambly Rockhart with Nelson Cleaners." He lifted a vacuum. "I expect you already have a vacuum, but I assure you it's a child's toy beside a Nelson. May I give you a demonstration?"

Pam looked at the blond man. "Are you from Nelson, too?"

"No, ma'am." He smiled. "We just arrived at the same time. I'll wait my turn."

Pam let Rockhart in and he proceeded with the demonstration. He stomped a bunch of dirt into the rug and followed it up with flour and water, making a thick, gooey mud. "You might think this is never coming out," he said, "but wait! The Nelson Cleaner is a wonder." The cleaner roared to life, but pass after pass only spread the mess around.

Angry, she kicked him and his vacuum out. The blond man watched him go. "I see you're not in the mood for another pitch, but I have been waiting."

Pam grumbled, but relented. "What're you selling?"

He opened his book of samples. "Carpeting."