On Friday afternoon, after a trip to the gym (to counteract the four hours we sat on our asses watching the royal wedding, eating egg-and-cheese casserole, and drinking mimosas), Mom and I walked through Macy's (looking and feeling very regal in our post-workout attire).
My purse (although fabulous and yellow) was falling apart, so I looked around for a new one. There were two saleswomen in the department.
The first one came up and said hi and told us about the Friends and Family Sale, which gave us an extra 25% off.
Does that mean you think of us as friends and/or family? I asked.
Yes, she replied dryly, smiled, and then went back to the cash register to let us look around.
Enter Saleswoman #2. She followed us around. Everywhere. Commenting on everything I picked up or said. Not letting us talk or move around freely.
And, when I walked to the far end of the department, she screeched DON'T LEAVE! I WORK ON COMMISSION!
(Full disclosure: I know it sucks to work on commission.)
Guess who got the commission?
If you guessed Saleswoman #2, you're new to this blog.
Stalking and pushing is NEVER the way to sell something. I will not reward it.
Plus, every time we saw Saleswoman #1 in the store afterward, she said Look, it's my friends and/or family!
THAT, my friends, is how you sell a purse.
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