Got me some "tude"
I set out to exchange some thing I had purchased at the mall and decided I would brave it and take the girls. Nothing like schlepping around in the extreme heat with the kids strapped in a stroller.
First stop on our hit list was the Guess store. I had bought a skirt that I now thought was too big(shocker) and a top (tit top for lack of a better) that I thought was too tight(must have forgot my age) for a woman of my stature. (don't ask what that is!) I actually had fat back and I don't carry weight in my back. Ass, yes. We head directly to the back of the store in search of a salesperson. Ah-ha, I've spotted him. He's the one with the oh-so important head-set and the look that says "please don't ask me anything as can't you see I'm busy over here trying to avoid folks like you". Doesn't stop me though as I steer the stroller in his direction.
Me: "Hi, I was wondering, Has all the merchandise been put out"? As I wave in the direction of the table full of goodies.
Salesperson: "What do you mean"? He knew full well what I meant, he just wanted me to repeat myself.
Me: "Well, I bought this top (as I point to it) in a M/L and it's um , a little snug. ". I'm really not a cow.
Salesperson: "No, that's *big sigh* the largest size it came in". As he gave me the look of aren't you in the wrong store look with his multiple piercings and attitude.
Me: "Oh, well are you sure, because when I was in here the other day I thought I saw an L/XL. I swear I did. Really!
Salesperson: "No, I'm quite sure, that IS the largest size it came in". Eyes rolling and in his best Jack McFarland (you know--"Just Jack")voice daring me to say another thing as he continued to fold and look around like he had somewhere to go.
Me: "Uh, ok, thank you for your trouble". I don't know why I thanked him, he did nothing-other than make me feel like an over-weight middle age pig.
Salesperson: "Yeah, sure". I know he was judging me---damn him! No, my pants weren't too tight either.
I scurried to the cashier and promptly returned (not exchanged) what I had purchased the day before. Take that mean GUESS people.
First stop on our hit list was the Guess store. I had bought a skirt that I now thought was too big(shocker) and a top (tit top for lack of a better) that I thought was too tight(must have forgot my age) for a woman of my stature. (don't ask what that is!) I actually had fat back and I don't carry weight in my back. Ass, yes. We head directly to the back of the store in search of a salesperson. Ah-ha, I've spotted him. He's the one with the oh-so important head-set and the look that says "please don't ask me anything as can't you see I'm busy over here trying to avoid folks like you". Doesn't stop me though as I steer the stroller in his direction.
Me: "Hi, I was wondering, Has all the merchandise been put out"? As I wave in the direction of the table full of goodies.
Salesperson: "What do you mean"? He knew full well what I meant, he just wanted me to repeat myself.
Me: "Well, I bought this top (as I point to it) in a M/L and it's um , a little snug. ". I'm really not a cow.
Salesperson: "No, that's *big sigh* the largest size it came in". As he gave me the look of aren't you in the wrong store look with his multiple piercings and attitude.
Me: "Oh, well are you sure, because when I was in here the other day I thought I saw an L/XL. I swear I did. Really!
Salesperson: "No, I'm quite sure, that IS the largest size it came in". Eyes rolling and in his best Jack McFarland (you know--"Just Jack")voice daring me to say another thing as he continued to fold and look around like he had somewhere to go.
Me: "Uh, ok, thank you for your trouble". I don't know why I thanked him, he did nothing-other than make me feel like an over-weight middle age pig.
Salesperson: "Yeah, sure". I know he was judging me---damn him! No, my pants weren't too tight either.
I scurried to the cashier and promptly returned (not exchanged) what I had purchased the day before. Take that mean GUESS people.
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19 comments:
Sometimes people forget that they are working in a Guess store NOT running the freaking country!
BTW- we were in China from April 19 to May 4, 2006, so we missed you all in Guangzhou.
I was expecting that you put that lil snoot in his place! ;) I'll bet he thinks he's one hot little ticket working there.
Makes you appreciate good customer service when you get it, doesn't it?
You should have gotten the girls stirred up a little and gone back in. Then just follow him around with the screaming stroller for a while. Sure, you'd have to hear it too..but it would be worth it.
ugh
I HATE snooty sales people
I would have bitch slapped him.
:O)
Wow. You are much more polite than I would have been. I have no problems asking for the manager and asking the employees name. that alone makes them stand at attention.
I know i used to be the bored puke serving annoying customers.
(I do recall one incident though where the customer had enough of my attitude and asked for the manager and I replied "I am the manager" Ha. Wasn't of course.)
I think I would have dragged it on a little longer.. To make his day freaking miserable..
Have a great day..
Kim
He probably would have helped you had you'd been the oppsosite sex! lol
I usually leave a stinky diaper for people like that!
Jerky people are such jerks.
Oh, I would have definately gone in with the girls all sugared up like someone else suggested. I would have then inquire about something age inappropriate and asked him if it made my butt look big. He needs to put up with my annoying self if I am willing to put up with his.
Yoli
i think you were very nice.I love to kill em with kidness when people are being a tird.
You could have let the girls OUT of the stroller... mwahhhaaaahhhaaaa
I am laughing so hard over this post, I can't even think of what to say....titshirt.....hee-hee
What a dick, should of yankes on one of his piercings!1
No really, there is no excuse for rudeness, hope you don't go back there anytime soon.
consignment stores never give me any attitude.
He sounds like a real snot. I hate rude people. Nice does matter!
Snooting salespeople with an attitude making $4.00 an hour that treat you like a second class citizen, deserve no less than the wrath of a mature bitch in heat (or pre-menopausal).
call the store manager
you'll feel better I promise
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