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Our first year of selling Christmas trees, I knew very little about the trees. We're around 900 miles from where they are cut and loaded so we have them brought in on semi trucks.
Anyway, a nice lady with her teenage daughter are looking at the trees. We have a very upscale place, so the affluent types come shop there and they always have a great time. The nice lady asks me stuff like where was the tree from, what kind of tree, etc. Well, in my first season, I had to look at the tag on the trunk, at the very bottom of the tree. So I reach down to pull up on the bottom branches, and start looking for the tag. After around 10 seconds or so, I stand back up and look at the mom and before telling her which farm it's from, what species the tree is, and it's height, I say "Well. It's a boy.....". The mom could not stop laughing. The daugher looked absolutely mortified by her mother's reaction. Yeah, they bought the tree.
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