I hate it that people are trained to make you think they are helping you so much. Walmart keeps changing things around so I could not find the beer isle and asked an employee. She shows me the isle and asks what kind of beer I am looking for. I told her a lite beer and immediately walked up to a pack of Miller High Life. Oh, no, she says. This is not lite beer. She tried to explain and I remained polite.
What I wanted to say is "Hey, lady. Miller High Life was always a weak beer and popular back when there was no lite beer. It's only coming back now that light beer is very popular. I buy this stuff at 90 cents a bottle and I should know my beer because I have drank for the bigger part of my 76 years of life. You should stop trying to educate me and just show me the product. I'll do all the rest."
I did not say it though. I kept my cool and just smiled.
Were any of these 'unhelpful' types named Karnak?
Because Everybody in sales has seen, countless times. people declaring vociferously what they want and then more-than-happily buying something else, from cars & houses to mops.
Aisle do my best.
Miller High Life is 4.6% ABV.
Similar stories are me looking for another computer monitor or TV that I can use for one. I simply wanted a bigger monitor and it has to have a certain type of base for the location and way that I am going to use it. I make this very plain because I know what I am looking for. The sales lady says "you can mount those on the wall too you know."
Then I have massage wands that have a 2 feet style pulsating head design and I want them close by my favorite chairs in order to use them. If I put them away completely it is a bother to get them out again. One has fallen and broken before but I fixed it. The best way of getting what I want is to have the wand sticking out of a small waste basket with the handle and cord facing up. Protected and not likely to fall anywhere. The eager store owner tries to sell me a paint mixing bucket with writing all over it. Then a red bucket with "True Value' written on it.
Jesus Christ! Please stop. Will you please stop and quit trying to sell me. I am not there to be sold on anything. Show me what you have and let me decide what I want. The sales people are now believing they did a great job by convincing you of what you really want and are looking for. Pathetic. I finally bought small black waste baskets at Dollar Tree for $1.25 each.