Since it still feels a little like the weekend to me as I was out yesterday with gnarly allergies and lots of soreness from all the painting, I'm going to wrap up one last thought from this weekend's shopping mad frenzy of spending.
We had occasion to stop in at an unfinished furniture place because we're looking to pick up a matched set of bedside tables. I'd been in there before, used to know the owner from years ago at the health club and yadda, yadda, yadda. Anyway, almost from the moment we walked in the front door, there was a sales guy who rolled over to us, handed me his card and let us know that he'd check back in with us once we got to the nightstands in the other room.
That's fine, no worries. Whatever.
As we walked through the first room and were on our way into the larger second room, another salesbot introduced himself and tried to snark the other guy's sale. But the other guy dropped on him like a dive bomber and they had a short, whispered and very heated little exchange.
Having worked in the utter hell that is furniture sales on commissions, I knew what was up. Its tax time and people have large checks to pump back into the economy and every new customer is a potential big sale. So the sales guys were like rabbits on crank and really made a fucking pest of themselves. We got to the nightstand area and pop came the first guy again with his smarmy buy-something smile and limp dick handshake. I banished him by basically turning my back on him and walking away down the narrow aisle. And when I got to the end of the aisle, there was his chubby competitor looking to slide in from the side again. He started to say something and I turned my back on him while saying that I truly dislike over attendant sales people in loud enough voice for both to hear.
But that didn't dissuade the first guy, who's sale it technically would have been, from swooping back in for one more try.
Bear in mind that we'd only been there for about ten minutes at the most by this time and they had interupted us no less than five times to try and get their slimy little hands on some easy money.
Anyway, after the fifth time, we waited until he was distracted and walked out a side door.
The place was called Sweets in the Nude on Soquel just outside of Capitola off 41st Ave. and I can highly recommend NOT shopping there, ever.
I can understand the desire to make sales, I can understand knowing that there are people coming in with big money to spend but I cannot even begin to tap into the short sightedness that these two idiots were engaged in by pestering the holy hell out of us. As such, I'd never shop there again, would highly recommend to anyone who'd listen to not shop there and to tell them to tell their friends. Nobody needs to have an irritating shopping experience like that.
If they'd been easier to push away, if they'd been less infantile in trying to steal each other's sales (which gets a rise out of me because of the little prick who used to do the same thing to me when I was in furniture sales) and if they'd been able to take a friggin' hint and back off some then maybe I'd consider the place again. But no, they burned us and they can go screw for all I care now. Bastards.
I do wish I still knew the owner because I'd let him know what a truly shitty experience those two guys inflicted upon us.
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