At every Amway meeting the sack of shit Platinum cult leader would ride all the IBO’s asses about being failures because we didn’t bring new prospects to the meetings. Well excuse us for not being able to find people open-minded to being ripped off!
Ambot spent hours each week
trying to convince friends, family, and people he’d just met to come to an
Amway cult meeting. Infrequently after a few hours of being hounded, someone
would break down and agree to see the plan, but then they wouldn’t show up and
spend weeks or months avoiding calls from Ambot.
I hadn’t been to an Amway meeting in months but when an acquaintance of Ambot’s
failed to show up at our house and go with him to a meeting and wouldn’t answer
his phone when Ambot called. Ambot begged me to accompany him so I gave in and
for the first time in about 5 or 6 months I went to the Amway cult meeting.
I might add that this one of the last meetings Ambot attended. Yay!!!!
The infamous prayerfest for me to meet another man hadn’t happened yet.
Anyway, a meeting room had been booked at a local hotel and the upline sack of
shit Amway Emerald was the speaker. We came in and found chairs. We watched the
Platinum sack of shit circulate the room greeting people. He avoided saying hi
to us even though he walked right past us a number of times seeing as how we’d
chosen aisle seats. Snubbing us! Like I give a shit that someone I don’t like
won’t talk to us. Oddly enough Ambot began to chuckle and I asked him what was
so funny.
“He’s refusing to talk to us because I didn’t bring anyone to the meeting.”
That was the Amway cult leader’s way of punishing the downline. Refusal to
acknowledge them. Ostracization. Punishment because we can’t bring people to
ScAmway meetings who want to get ripped off.
I was cool with that. We don’t often get that lucky that the pompous sack of
shit Amway fucktard doesn’t want to talk to us.