I have a question.
Am I the only one that wishes I had a bottle of insect repellent every time I walk inside a department store? I mean really. Is it absolutely necessary for a sales associate to hang around me like a mosquito? What is the politically correct way of telling them to get the hell away from me that doesn’t involve punching and a three-on-one battle with mall security? Seriously, it’s like as soon as I walk into the store I can feel their beaty little eyes counting the change in my pockets with their x-ray vision.
Attention Department Store Sales Associates: “When I’m ready to spend my money, I’ll let you know.”
I shouldn’t walk into a store and feel as if I’ve stumbled into the wrong part of town where hustlers, prostitutes and crackheads throw themselves at me for my money. In fact it makes me hold tighter to my wallet. This is not only a major turn off, but a clear cut case of ‘No Way You’re Not Getting Any Commission Off Of Me, Sucka…I Have Mace!’
Explain to me why you think following me around the store like metal to a magnet and telling me I look good in the ugliest pair of jeans you have on the rack is going to persuade me to extinguish the fire that’s burning a hole in my pocket. If you would only take a minute and think to yourself inside one of these dressing rooms, you’d consider the notion that I worked approximately 70 to 80 hours for 10% of my paycheck and there is no way in hell or any other place that’s equally as hot 3 months out of the year that I’m just gonna hand it over to you, just because you flashed some phony ass smile.
You’re getting paid what…like four bucks an hour? I know you’re making your wages off me. But this is how it’s supposed to go: I walk in. You greet me [cue your phony smile]. I browse around for a while. You keep your hungry vulture-like appetite to yourself until you see that I’m blatantly undecided between two items in my hand. Then you ask me if I need help with anything.
The formula is simple. It’s just like trying to get someone’s number at a party, club, or wherever fate may lead you. Have some game before you make your move. Take your time. Then ease your way in. Otherwise you’ll end up being that weirdo at the party that gets no play!
So I’m gonna keep this one short and sweet. Back up and be patient. I came to shop. You’re here to sell. It’s the rule. It was established, like forever ago.
The hungriest dog doesn’t always get the bone.
Now let’s try this again. It can’t be that hard. After all, 90% of any effort is getting started.
Okay, ready. Set. GO…!
Quote of the Week: “Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a
lack of imagination.”