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Here is something that a lot of people can probably relate to, although it may not annoy some individuals as much as it annoys me.

So the other day after work, my husband and I decide to go to Bloomingdale’s. Well, it was like a Monday or something, so the place was dead and we were literally the only ones there. I don’t think we have been attacked by so many sales people in such a short amount of time in our lives.

I hate the whole “do you need help finding something?” question. Listen, obviously if I needed help, I’d ask you. I saw you just standing around with nothing to do from a mile away. Now, I understand it’s their job. Fine. It’s one thing if they ask you once, you tell them you’re fine, and then they leave you alone. That’s only slightly irritating. But when they just won’t let it go, and they start asking more questions, like “well, what are you here for?” I really just want to say, “GO AWAY!!!”

Something else I find amusing is when someone asks you for help, you say no, and then someone else about 5 feet away asks you also, even though they just saw you turn the other person down. Does this particular individual plan on offering me something that the person 3 seconds ago couldn’t? I swear, it’s like walking through a carnival sometimes.

There was one person in particular that was really beginning to piss me off. She approached us a few times, and after being in the store for about 15 minutes, she came up to us and said “so, I see you’re still here.” YES, we’re still here. NO, we don’t need your help, what don’t you get about that? We’re not searching the store with puzzled expressions on our face, we know what we want and we’re doing a damn good job at finding it. It became evident after some time, that this lunatic was actually stalking us. No matter where we went in the store, I’d see her lurking in the aisles and darting in and out of sections of the store. Was this actually happening?

There was one point, and I’m serious about this - we thought she had finally given up, when she actually popped out of a rack of clothes right next to me. “We have great hats here!”

What the hell, lady? We don’t care!

She then proceeds to tell us some random story about how a tourist came in the store earlier and asked her about Florida souvenirs. As we are quickly trying to leave the area, she is still following us and telling her story. At that moment, my cell phone rings. YES, thank you mom! I answer it, and the lady is STILL there, kind of waiting for me to stop talking. My mom only had to tell me one quick thing before hanging up, but I actually had to pretend I was still talking to her so that this Bloomingdale’s whore would fuck off already. She did.

Honestly, most of the time these people are completely useless, and the only good they do is drive customers away. Most stores are pretty straight forward and directions for finding things are usually quite clear. Clothes - this way. Shoes - that way. Unless you’re a little on the slow side or you are searching for some unique treasure, chances are, you don’t need their help. And if you do, you’ll get it on your own.

I’m not sure what the policy is at that store, but I think it’s that whoever rings you up in the end, gets the commission off your sale. Well, when we were finally ready, we went to the cashier/salesperson that bothered us the least, and we actually had to go a little out of our way to get there. Yes, it’s a little mean, no, I don’t care. If you drive me crazy, you make no money.

Posted: Friday, October 3rd, 2008 @ 7:49 am
Categories: Uncategorized.
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