It's been awhile since I've actually had to deal with salespeople and during that time I think they've amped up their methods. In particular we've shopped for a bed and most recently, I shopped with a friend for her bridal gown.
Now, don't get me wrong. I understand the side of the employee. They're income is dependent on their sales which result in commission. I get that. But I've seen Siamese twins less connected than we were to a salesperson. It's really hard to try out mattresses when you have someone standing over you extoling the virtues of each individual mattress. I don't care who made it, who bought out who and got who's ideas...just leave me alone and let me try to count the springs sticking in my back! Of course they direct you to the more expensive, luxury items. The first place we were directed was to the Vera Wang mattresses. Well, of course this is a top of the line mattress that'll instantly drain your wallet of nearly $1,300. Yes, it was comfortable. Very comfortable. It was the price of it that was uncomfortable.
Right about that time, around the bend comes the Percy the Pushy salesman who is the prince of persuasion. While I'm trying to find a way to slide off the bed politely let him how that while the bed felt wonderful, we'd have to sell our kidneys and take out a second mortgage, Mr. Pushy begins pressing buttons which elevate the feet and head of the bed. Oh was that wonderfully comfy...and tacked on another $1,000. I think he was trying to lull us into a semi-conscious state so that the price wouldn't be an issue. The next store was much worse. The salesman was literally waiting at the door, demanding our names the minute we crossed the threshold. We headed for the restroom to sort out our respective defense tactics. As I had already grown weary of the routine, I had no problem playing Goldilocks. This one was too hard, that one too soft, too tall, too short... We left him standing there asking us if we were sure we didn't want to see the most luxurious beds of the bunch. His answer was a quick smile, shake of the head, and a view of the back of our heads leaving the store.
The wedding gown shopping experience was even worse, if that's possible. The bride's future mother-in-law and I accompanied her to David's Bridal. Immediately the mother hen type of saleslady hops on her and tells us to have a seat while she takes the bride over to the gowns and then hides her in a dressing room on the other side of the store. Well, that just wouldn't do...you don't cut out friends and family. I think she understood the glare in our eyes and turned her over to another consultant once we managed to fixate on the right dressing room. Of course she glossed over the gowns within the bride's price range and went straight to the 6-month salary section. And this story repeated in the following shop as well. The good news is she did find "The Dress" and it's gorgeous.
Today I was a little impatient from the shopping experience of the past couple of days and all the little things got to me. We were in Wal-Mart trying to exit with our purchased items and got stuck behind the large family of 10. I've never seen a slower moving bunch in my life. Turns out the reason why was because they had little Junior 'helping' to push the cart and his little steps were all of 6" long. Do you KNOW how long it took us to get out the door? At least we didn't have any salespeople nipping at our heels.
Till next time.....