Shake. Shake. Shake it. Part 3 of the Save Your Nipples Chronicles

The doorbell rang out back in the barn, a signal that someone had walked into the veterinary hospital.  I walked up to the front desk and there was one of my favorite  80+year old, Portuguese dairyman/profound sage of wisdom client (You can catch up at Save Your Nipples and Save Your Nipples Part 2...Yes there's a part 2 ). He was already shaking his finger at me. "You!"
"What?"
"You don't tell me about the juicy!"  he said.
"The juicy?"
"You sell to me yesterday!"
What juicy did I sell him yesterday?  I thought for a minute and I recalled that he bought CMT Solution used to test for mastitis in cows (mastitis is a bacterial inflammation of the udder that can be spread during the process of milking, either by machine or by hand).
"Oh!  You didn't know you had to add water, it's concentrated."
"Yes, needs juicy!" 
I hadn't even thought about it when I sold it to him. It needed to be added to a gallon of water.  "Did you use it all?"
"No I make it juicy and I..." and he started shaking the invisible bottle in his hand.  "You have to shake, shake, shake it like the girls in Brazil.  They shake their big butts.  And do you know?  They shake their big butts on high heels! They are like this." He measured out how tall the heels were and luckily not the size of their rear ends.
"Well, I hate to disappoint you but you're not going to see me shaking your CMT Solution with my big butt in high heels."
"No?" He said with a twinkle in his eye.
I tried to change the subject and asked him if he was going to the big dairyman to-do, the Dairy Princess Dinner. My plan of trying to switch the topic off of booty shaking back fired.  "Why?  Do you want me to be your date?" 
All I could think of was, this guy is over 80 and he is still a player.  I couldn't imagine him in his 30's.  We'd have to lock him out of the office and use cattle prod on him to keep him under control. 
Dumbfounded, I silently stood there and pondered on how I had inadvertently hit on him.  Luckily he answered for me.  "You are married and I respect your husband."   He waved and left.
Well, now I know.  If I'm going to sell CMT Solution, I better make sure I tell the person that it's concentrated. And if I really want to be helpful, I should tell them to make it juicy and shake their booty like a saucy Brazilian  girl in 4 inch high heels for the best results.

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