Would you like any socks today? They are buy one get one half off.
No, thanks.
Do you need any shoe cleaner?
No, thank you.
Laces?
No.
Can I get your phone number to put you on our mailing list?
No.
Would you like to open a store credit card? You'll get 10% off?
No.
Would you like to donate to The March of Dimes today?
No.
You don't want to help the preemies?
OMHOG! QUIT HOLDING ME HOSTAGE YOU FREAKING CASHIER NAZI WITH THE HEADSET!
Will I ever go to that store again?
No.
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Couldn't count the times I've wanted to SCREAM "just take my money and give me my stuff!!!!!"
Hasn't happened yet, but who knows.
Aaaaargh! I feel your pain. Every retailer in town also wants my zip code. As my Scottish friend would say: Piss off!
Every shopping experience is like a game of 20 questions. Is it really necessary - hell no!
All that and you didn't scream?
I hear you. I find myself voting with my shopping choices more and more. Won't go back. Too bad for them.
i always laugh when they ask for my phone number. for a while i amused myself by saying, 'sure. you give me yours first.' but then a really creepy cashier was all too pleased with that idea and i don't do that anymore.
RIGHT?!?!?!!!! *SIGH*
god help them when I have pms. It drives me crazy.
:)
Once when I was pregnant with my first child, I waited on line at a Victoria's Secret for 20 minutes to buy two bras and some underwear. There were only two people on line in front of me. It was Sunday, I had to pee, maybe throw up and my husband was waiting to take me out to brunch. When the woman in front of me agreed to sign up for a credit card and they started ringing bells to signal that a new angel had gotten her wings I went nuts and asked how long I had to wait to buy some %&)#(*@ panties. Sales clerk was not the least bit sorry for me (I was huge)and I threw my stuff on the counter and waddled out. Haven't purchased a thing from VS since.
I shop a lot on line now.
Gail C.
Ooh, she must've been a graduate of the same school all those freaking annoying telemarketers go to! And, on the phone #...just tell them it's unlisted.
Serious tip? Write down the model # off the tags in the shoes and go order 'em online next time! Seriously.
Foot Locker by chance? My God, they try to upsell EVERYTHING. Drives me nuts too. But the store at our mall is so empty and depressing. THe Kid said, "No one's buying anything. It's so quiet in here." I felt bad.
This is sooo familiar! And don't even get me started on the
blabyrinths you have to go through to talk to a human being at a call-centre!
How did your letter to Riley's classmates go?
"Blabyrinth" -- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Many thanks for that one!
Cut 'em off at the pass with No just the shoes thanks and a hard Paddington stare if they carry on.
"You don't want to help the preemies?" WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??
I wonder if it sucks to make minimum wage and work at a retail shoe store.
It can't be fun.
Anyway, when d'ya get time to go running Missy??
Oh, just realised you guys most likely have no idea who paddington is so last comment won't make any sense at all!! LOl!!
It could be fun, Drama, if you enjoy annoying the hell out of customers.
Seriously though, I'm sure it is part of the scripted "protocol,"
except for, "YOU DON'T WANT TO HELP THE PREEMIES?"
I am also sure I won't be going back to that particular store. I can't stand the hard sell.
BTW, I've held some of the shittiest jobs out there, from dishwasher,to waitress, to cashier,to personal assistant, to wiping actual shit.
And BTW, Drama?
I know what you are getting at.
Compassion.
Thanks for the reminder.
Love.
I worked in a jewelry factory in Attleboro Mass where they made cloissonne jewelry and buttons. Some of the women had been there for 20+ years sitting at the benches working away with smelly (now I realize toxic) metals and chemicals. I was there for one summer before college. My Dad's friend owned the factory. God I hope wasn't an asshole prep school college kid. I kind of think I was though. I think about those ladies often. A job is a good thing. Be proud of it, from ditch digger to doctor (well, maybe you shouldn't be so proud if you're SOME doctors I know.)
Thank you and AMEN!
Ugh. Can't stand that either.
I do try my best not to snap their head off, remembering that they're only following orders from above. But my forebearance efforts don't always bear fruit.
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