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The solar panel sales guy was back again. He lives in Akita and his company has him commute every week to Sendai. Apparently they have two thousand leads, and we're one of them.

This poor dude is just the next in a line of salesmen who have visited us for solar panels and goodness knows whatever else. Apparently when you buy a house you get added to some golden list of sales leads.

I asked my questions. Like, "How satisfied would you say solar panel customers in Sendai are?" And I stated my doubts. Like, "This whole thing looks like a gamble to me since these projections of our electric bill are based on the weather and what the government might do. But no one really knows, right?"

He was very polite and even said that there's a chance in five or ten years time we might be glad we didn't get solar panels. That's a seriously strong sales move.

I took a longer than planned afternoon break from work to come down to the dining table and listen to this last explanation about this particular company's solar panels. Kenzo and Osamu were on relatively good behavior, but as time went on they got louder and louder, and I sorta loved it. This salesman was gonna need to pass the "keep it together" test. I love doing stuff like this when I interview people for jobs; manufacture a scenario that is inherently annoying and see how they react. To me there is no better way to get a glimpse into who a person really is than witnessing them deal with adversity.

This solar panel guy passed the test. Barely.

I told him that I need a little more time to discuss it with my wife. Privately.

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