Made a short stop at Expo on Friday to check out another one of those regular sales affairs by local departmental stores. Wandering around, I found myself at the belts section, and saw a few that caught my eye.
Being the auntie that I am, my bag was stuffed full and the spillover contents were in a plastic bag in my hand. That made it considerably more difficult for me to try on the belts for size. A couple of times, the belts got entangled with their tags and each other, and some fell to the floor. However, that did not deter the salesgirl of that section from staying rooted to her spot, despite being within arm's reach of helping me.
When yet another belt fell, Miss Helpful finally decided I had damaged enough of her wares to un-plaster herself from her station and pick it up. A little while later, I turned to ask her if there were any mirrors nearby.
No came the silent answer, her sour mein unwavering.
I fussed over the belts a little more, choosing the best-quality ones. Finally, unable to accept that in the entire accessory section there would be zero mirrors, I walked towards the necklace section. Sure enough, no more than 5 metres from where I had previously stood, was a big mirror.
I glanced back at Miss Helpful, who was now attending to another potential customer. I even spied a smile on her face. What, I thought, did I do to deserve her sour mein?
The more I thought about it, the more pissed I became. I decided to update her on the mirror status, for her own benefit as well as future customers'.
I walked up to her, she resolutely ignoring me until I spoke: "Miss, for your information there's a mirror, right over there."
With a withering look, she replied, "Not my mirror." As if I cared whose mirror it was I used.
"I only asked if there was a mirror nearby." Read: Not if any of the mirrors in this hall belonged to you.
She rolled her eyes, gave a fantastic "Whatever" look, and proceeded to ignore me.
Great. I was slighted by the person who was supposedly hired to assist me. In any case, my ride had called to say she'd be arriving shortly, so I had no time to lose. I walked off, offended and defeated, to make payment for the goods she did not help sell.
Being the auntie that I am, my bag was stuffed full and the spillover contents were in a plastic bag in my hand. That made it considerably more difficult for me to try on the belts for size. A couple of times, the belts got entangled with their tags and each other, and some fell to the floor. However, that did not deter the salesgirl of that section from staying rooted to her spot, despite being within arm's reach of helping me.
When yet another belt fell, Miss Helpful finally decided I had damaged enough of her wares to un-plaster herself from her station and pick it up. A little while later, I turned to ask her if there were any mirrors nearby.
No came the silent answer, her sour mein unwavering.
I fussed over the belts a little more, choosing the best-quality ones. Finally, unable to accept that in the entire accessory section there would be zero mirrors, I walked towards the necklace section. Sure enough, no more than 5 metres from where I had previously stood, was a big mirror.
I glanced back at Miss Helpful, who was now attending to another potential customer. I even spied a smile on her face. What, I thought, did I do to deserve her sour mein?
The more I thought about it, the more pissed I became. I decided to update her on the mirror status, for her own benefit as well as future customers'.
I walked up to her, she resolutely ignoring me until I spoke: "Miss, for your information there's a mirror, right over there."
With a withering look, she replied, "Not my mirror." As if I cared whose mirror it was I used.
"I only asked if there was a mirror nearby." Read: Not if any of the mirrors in this hall belonged to you.
She rolled her eyes, gave a fantastic "Whatever" look, and proceeded to ignore me.
Great. I was slighted by the person who was supposedly hired to assist me. In any case, my ride had called to say she'd be arriving shortly, so I had no time to lose. I walked off, offended and defeated, to make payment for the goods she did not help sell.
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